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Broomhandle45
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"Great," Ike murmured, following him out. He was about to ask if anyone else was around...but Titania was obviously nearby like a mother hen. Concern was clear on her face as she moved forward, Ike had always respected Titania...she was the mother he rarely knew, always there with a firm, but warm reminder of duties and placements...and life experience.
"Ike," she sighed faintly, hand running through his hair. "Look at you, you're a mess..." She had never seen him so...beaten before, so defeated and injured. She had aged like a fine wine, there wasn't a wrinkle on her face, it seemed.
"Sorry," he mumbled, not wanting to admit he enjoyed the gesture. Not...wanting to admit that he missed just...feeling things, honestly feeling them.
"They're waiting for you both, Soren. I have a hard time refusing the orders of the new leader," she smiled. Mist had...adapted quite well to the role of a leader, she had obviously followed Ike far more than she had admitted earlier. "But they at least wanted to wait until Ike was awake...should he be up already?"
"Ike," she sighed faintly, hand running through his hair. "Look at you, you're a mess..." She had never seen him so...beaten before, so defeated and injured. She had aged like a fine wine, there wasn't a wrinkle on her face, it seemed.
"Sorry," he mumbled, not wanting to admit he enjoyed the gesture. Not...wanting to admit that he missed just...feeling things, honestly feeling them.
"They're waiting for you both, Soren. I have a hard time refusing the orders of the new leader," she smiled. Mist had...adapted quite well to the role of a leader, she had obviously followed Ike far more than she had admitted earlier. "But they at least wanted to wait until Ike was awake...should he be up already?"