#doorsopened

"Oh, I guess you weren't dead after all." (FROM CHIS @ DOORSOPENED...)

Olberic can’t help but be a little taken aback by such a statement. With the words - and less so the actual tone - Chishiya could have almost seemed disappointed in a way.

He sits up, slowly. Head throbbing with persistent ache. Maybe sitting up so soon was a bad idea, he thinks, but he’s committed to it now.

“ Aye, well... ” He starts, adjusting his position and gradually recalling where he is. Ah, right, he had been knocked out in a fight with the revenant... and judging by the still fairly warm blood he feels in his hair when his hand is brought to the back of his head, he guesses he had coincidentally hit a rock or something on the way down.

The rest of the group managed to deal with the revenant while he was briefly unconscious, at least.

“Bold of Chishiya to assume he’s also not annoying.”

"What happened to me anyways? I feel so lightheaded..." (Another Chis because he deserves it after the last ask)

A small towel in his hand, Olberic gently soaks it in the water by him, which had been cooled with the help of Alfyn’s ice magic. He then squeezes the majority of the water out, leaving the towel only damp and cold, before properly glancing to Chishiya.

“ Those fledglings. ” He says, carefully folding the towel and placing it on Chis’ forehead, replacing the one that was already there. “ Turns out their talons have... some kind of toxin, and you were poisoned. Ophilia and Alfyn took care of the worst of it, but you still sustained quite a few injuries on top of that. ”

They have encountered the birds before, even their adult forms - dreadwings, they were called - but Olberic hadn’t realised they had the capacity to poison. The group had always been able to deal with them fairly quickly, for the most part, but this time they had been caught off guard.

And of course, that leaves Olberic to blame himself for not staying alert enough to realise they were approaching. Despite knowing nothing could really be done, he cannot help how he is.

Olberic’s brow furrows in frustration and he sighs. Internally cursing the only possible culprit, he slowly tries to sit up.

Alas, his body aches, making even sitting up much harder than he is used to. It takes a few attempts, all painfully slow, but he eventually succeeds. Pausing, Olberic wonders how long his limbs will be so stiff and aching. Gods, not even his greying hair made him feel particularly old.

“ I’ll be--... fine. ” He eventually says, the fog from his unconsciousness still thick in his mind.

It was only then that he noticed he had been sleeping on the ground. No wonder his body hurts so much...

[ think ] + Seem

olberic vc my child now.

In more words, Olberic likes Seem, even if they are a little aloof and distant. He wants them to understand that he cares about them, and that he wants to protect them. And though he doesn’t know much about their past, he doesn’t need to.

“Yeah I can understand that, I don’t need people’s sympathy either.” Therion said as he took a bite out of his apple. “What good is sympathy, for things that happened in the past? I don’t need people feeling sorry for me, I’m the one that had to survive the shit I went through alone.” He added, as he looked up at the sky.

“I feel like we probably share a lot in common huh?”