@drakenskies : “here, i made you some tea.” / accepting.
Lumine’s hands don’t tremble when they take it — that’s good, if nothing else. It’s rare for wounds to truly bother them; even now, they can’t feel them. But Lumine knows they’re bad when they make their body shake, as they had when she’d first woken up. “Thank you,” she says, a beat too late, legs drawing close to their chest.
If the stranger — Raihan — hadn’t found them where they’d collapsed...they’re grateful, even if it doesn’t show on their face. ( nothing shows on their face. they’re relieved to feel thankful at all, a reprieve from the nothingempty that’s cannibalizing them. ) But Raihan had found him, passed out, and is apparently a good enough man to help. So Lumine woke in an unfamiliar place, wounds bandaged and body wrapped in a blanket.
She doesn’t taste the tea when she sips it, but she knows she needs both nutrients and warmth to stave off shock, so she keeps sipping even so. Language doesn’t come easily, never has, but she knows she needs to say more. Should explain what happened, should offer to make him back somehow. But her lips part, and nothing escapes. Those wide eyes shift, empty still. Finally, she manages to murmur, “I’m...Lumine.”
