Both sets of vibrant eyes watched as the man crumpled beneath them, and this time is was Nayru and not Farore who moved. The taller, whiter woman stood still, clinging onto the feeling of Saluce’s heavy hand steadying himself on her shoulder, while Nayru, with no such sensation to adhere herself to, knelt beside the man. Two ivory hands, so pure and soft they could have been wearing silk gloves, tried to touch the man’s convulsing body and ruby eyes slid closed, unsure of just how one was supposed to in such a situation. When the body movement became too much she withdrew her hand, not wishing to interfere with the natural progression of the seizure and simply made sure that no immediate danger would come to him.
With what would be a heavy sigh if the girl did anything heavily, she collapsed back into herself with a soft exhale, though with that breath she released much of the anger she had held towards him. Seeing the seizure seemed to signal that indeed, not always were others in control of their actions and Saluce simply had not been of sound mind when he had fled from her. Yet he was back and she had nearly rejected him, despite the fact that it would be a great relief to have the familiar face back among her ranks. Silently she waited for the movements to die down, and Farore had no choice but to do likewise, daring to place a gentle hand on her sister’s shoulder and wishing that her stoic sibling didn’t have to bear such responsibilities so soon in their lives.
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