"Ah, good, you recognize me." Abysa too seems to relax somewhat, worried up until this point about just how much damage had been done.
"It is me, yes, the 'kin'. You are back here now with me, in your room. Henry is here too. I will need to spend some more time healing you, but it will be slower now. Would you like to sleep more? You need not stay awake for me."
Abysa sets aside the empty vial and its stopper for now, edging closer to his patient. On impulse, he leans down once more to give him another kiss. Rather than the forehead this time, he places a gentle, warm kiss on the human's mouth. He comes away from it with a bit of blood on his own lips, but seems not bothered by it so much as saddened.
Henry, seemingly curious, sniffs at his human master with great thoroughness. Each unfamiliar scent on that borrowed cape, the somewhat unpleasant undertone to his blood, and a number of other smells that are otherworldly give the feline familiar much to ponder over, in whatever way a Henry may ponder. He settles near Micolash eventually, purring deep.
"All will be well, now. I am sorry I could not - I really should have.. ah..." Abysa sighs, trying to find the words.
"If I had been more vigilant, perhaps. I could have kept better watch over you. You were nearly upon the shores of Death's river, and I brought you back just in time. If I had lost you..." Oh, that would be awkward, wouldn't it? If he begged his dearest Lord of Death to fish out the soul of a rotten mortal from the river? But he would do so all the same.
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"It is me, yes, the 'kin'. You are back here now with me, in your room. Henry is here too. I will need to spend some more time healing you, but it will be slower now. Would you like to sleep more? You need not stay awake for me."
Abysa sets aside the empty vial and its stopper for now, edging closer to his patient. On impulse, he leans down once more to give him another kiss. Rather than the forehead this time, he places a gentle, warm kiss on the human's mouth. He comes away from it with a bit of blood on his own lips, but seems not bothered by it so much as saddened.
Henry, seemingly curious, sniffs at his human master with great thoroughness. Each unfamiliar scent on that borrowed cape, the somewhat unpleasant undertone to his blood, and a number of other smells that are otherworldly give the feline familiar much to ponder over, in whatever way a Henry may ponder. He settles near Micolash eventually, purring deep.
"All will be well, now. I am sorry I could not - I really should have.. ah..." Abysa sighs, trying to find the words.
"If I had been more vigilant, perhaps. I could have kept better watch over you. You were nearly upon the shores of Death's river, and I brought you back just in time. If I had lost you..." Oh, that would be awkward, wouldn't it? If he begged his dearest Lord of Death to fish out the soul of a rotten mortal from the river? But he would do so all the same.