[Godsdammit it all... When the screaming had started, when she's started to claw at her own stomach, he'd feared this had something to do with her physical and emotional state on arrival. Despite his best efforts to help her then, she's still suffering now. She's traumatized, heart still burdened by a weight not yet lifted because from her point of arrival, he has yet to give everything for her. To make up for what he put her through. To let her continue living.]
[The healing arte completes and Dezel shifts, sitting down on the ground with his back to the wall. Pulling Rose fully into his lap, he cradles her, cupping her cheek with one hand to keep her head turned toward him. All the while, he does what he can to send as many positive emotions across their connection as possible. In truth, he's not usually good at this. It's often hard enough for him drum up enough positive emotions for himself, let alone enough to share with another. If anything, logic is often Dezel's best weapon in talking someone out of a bad spot. But there is no room for that here. Not now. A damaged heart knows nothing of logic, just pain.]
There is no Malevolence here, Rose. There is none in you. Remember that you are Sorey's pure hearted Squire.
[Slowly, Dezel starts to take on a dim glow, a warm green in color. He closes his eyes, exhaling as he tries to pour all the he knows as a guardian into their link. Safety, protection, healing, undying loyalty...]
Focus on what I'm showing you, Rose. And on my voice. Come back to me, now... I know you can do this.
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[The healing arte completes and Dezel shifts, sitting down on the ground with his back to the wall. Pulling Rose fully into his lap, he cradles her, cupping her cheek with one hand to keep her head turned toward him. All the while, he does what he can to send as many positive emotions across their connection as possible. In truth, he's not usually good at this. It's often hard enough for him drum up enough positive emotions for himself, let alone enough to share with another. If anything, logic is often Dezel's best weapon in talking someone out of a bad spot. But there is no room for that here. Not now. A damaged heart knows nothing of logic, just pain.]
There is no Malevolence here, Rose. There is none in you. Remember that you are Sorey's pure hearted Squire.
[Slowly, Dezel starts to take on a dim glow, a warm green in color. He closes his eyes, exhaling as he tries to pour all the he knows as a guardian into their link. Safety, protection, healing, undying loyalty...]
Focus on what I'm showing you, Rose. And on my voice. Come back to me, now... I know you can do this.