"Yes, just like that. Eyes closed, now breathe slowly..." The hand that holds the back of Micolash's head now moves lower to pet down the human's back. Abysa is keenly aware of how easy it is to feel each bump of the spine, how sharp his shoulderblades are, how the flesh there is still mending even after two days of steady healing. Even so, the act is meant to help soothe the one being petted, not the petter, as it were.
"Of your many injuries, which I am treating carefully, your eyes have certainly suffered the worst. I suspect it is on account of their proximity and direct connection to your brain, as well as their significance in your world's mysticism. They have become extremely sensitive, and the tissue is badly damaged, the majority of your eye is engorged with blood, while your pupils appear to be projecting that awful frenzying light. My best guess as to the reason is that, the optic nerve has taken a sort of metaphysical blow from your ordeal that is causing it to bleed that light out through the lense of the eye." Abysa pauses for a moment, just to lean down and give the top of Micolash's head a kiss. Ah, his hair still smells of blood, though he had carefully untangled out dried blood and combed it thoroughly. It will take a proper bath to fix that.
"While it must sound terribly frightening, paired with your inability to see, I believe that this injury is treatable. I cannot stress enough, however, that you should avoid having your eyes open or pupils unobstructed as much as possible for this process. I am using my healing abilities to mend your body and soothe your mind, and this means I am expending as much of my energy that I can spare, for every day that will pass from now, until possibly days or weeks, maybe even months, hereafter." Which also means Abysa is spending some fraction of his strength keeping that frenzy under wraps at all times, rather than let Micolash wear his cage. (The cage is now nowhere to be seen, hidden as is the demon's way.) While his naturally-occurring aura is normally enough on its own, Abysa is taking no chances now, while recovery is still unpredictable.
"In the meantime, I was to propose when you awoke, that you become acclimated to wearing a blindfold. In fact, I will even gift you some that I personally have worn! This next while will be difficult while you adjust to the temporary loss of a sense, but Henry and I are here to aid you. Oh, well, Henry is not here right now, but he will return."
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"Of your many injuries, which I am treating carefully, your eyes have certainly suffered the worst. I suspect it is on account of their proximity and direct connection to your brain, as well as their significance in your world's mysticism. They have become extremely sensitive, and the tissue is badly damaged, the majority of your eye is engorged with blood, while your pupils appear to be projecting that awful frenzying light. My best guess as to the reason is that, the optic nerve has taken a sort of metaphysical blow from your ordeal that is causing it to bleed that light out through the lense of the eye." Abysa pauses for a moment, just to lean down and give the top of Micolash's head a kiss. Ah, his hair still smells of blood, though he had carefully untangled out dried blood and combed it thoroughly. It will take a proper bath to fix that.
"While it must sound terribly frightening, paired with your inability to see, I believe that this injury is treatable. I cannot stress enough, however, that you should avoid having your eyes open or pupils unobstructed as much as possible for this process. I am using my healing abilities to mend your body and soothe your mind, and this means I am expending as much of my energy that I can spare, for every day that will pass from now, until possibly days or weeks, maybe even months, hereafter." Which also means Abysa is spending some fraction of his strength keeping that frenzy under wraps at all times, rather than let Micolash wear his cage. (The cage is now nowhere to be seen, hidden as is the demon's way.) While his naturally-occurring aura is normally enough on its own, Abysa is taking no chances now, while recovery is still unpredictable.
"In the meantime, I was to propose when you awoke, that you become acclimated to wearing a blindfold. In fact, I will even gift you some that I personally have worn! This next while will be difficult while you adjust to the temporary loss of a sense, but Henry and I are here to aid you. Oh, well, Henry is not here right now, but he will return."