[ After this thread ends, Pyra takes Noctis back with her to her place to rest, calling Regis over to help. She whos him to their room so the Father might tend to his son in private. By the time Noctis is rested and settled, the sun has set, and a fine dust of white snow coats the roads and roofs outside.
When Regis finally emerges from their room, she stands from the couch, fingers twining together nervously as she awaits whatever news he brings. ]
Is he... stable?
[ As for Pyra herself, she's expended a great deal of power. Normally any wounds would have healed by now, but at present a few scrapes upon her chest, cheek, and arm remain open to.... not flesh, not blood, but a churning, burning power. ]
backdated to the 30th!
When Regis finally emerges from their room, she stands from the couch, fingers twining together nervously as she awaits whatever news he brings. ]
Is he... stable?
[ As for Pyra herself, she's expended a great deal of power. Normally any wounds would have healed by now, but at present a few scrapes upon her chest, cheek, and arm remain open to.... not flesh, not blood, but a churning, burning power. ]