She's busy in the kitchen, grabbing some water (that he is going to drink) and a piece of jerky (that he is going to eat). A little time alone might do him--ah fuck. He's shaking.
"Psii--what is it?" She has to skirt past the large awkward pieces of furniture in the room but she doesn't drop anything when she catches up to him by the wall. Oh--was it the pictures? She looks them over, unsure of what he's seeing. Was it just how she drew? Did he forget what her work looked like. It was basic things, trees, deserts, a sketch of the skyway. Her lusus. In a corner, them. Nothing breathtaking but then again, Disciple had forgotten that biting her thumb for the green under her skin wasn't habit before they had gone.
"I didn't draw in my respiteblock yet, would you like to go in there?"
tw for mention of self harm to be safe
"Psii--what is it?" She has to skirt past the large awkward pieces of furniture in the room but she doesn't drop anything when she catches up to him by the wall. Oh--was it the pictures? She looks them over, unsure of what he's seeing. Was it just how she drew? Did he forget what her work looked like. It was basic things, trees, deserts, a sketch of the skyway. Her lusus. In a corner, them. Nothing breathtaking but then again, Disciple had forgotten that biting her thumb for the green under her skin wasn't habit before they had gone.
"I didn't draw in my respiteblock yet, would you like to go in there?"