[Even with healing magic, recovering from broken ribs is frustrating and painful. He can move if he's careful, but training is out of the question and his hands are shaky when he paints. Each line has to be deliberate, carefully done and redone, and what are supposed to be simple sketches end up taking him several hours.
It doesn't matter. It was his fault anyway, and this is how it ends.
Apologize, Drake said. Mean it.
Kyna doesn't want to hear anything he has to say, Ephemera knows, but he wants to be better. So he tries something new.
He has a small sketch folded in half, one that he worked on for most of the morning. It's the first time he saw Kyna and really looked at her, when she was standing in the doorway and looking at Washington. There was something open in her expression then. Hopeful in some ways. Careful in others. And then there'd been Washington, standing there, watching her.
Really looking at her. Even with his armor on, it was impossible to miss.
Ephemera doesn't sign the sketch. He never does. He folds it in half and stick it in the crack of her door. Hopes that it'll mean something, in the end.
He doesn't intend to say anything to Kyna, or see her at all, but she rounds the corner just as he's about to leave.
Oh.
Ephemera steps back quickly. Don't get in a fight. Don't start anything, you promised.]
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It doesn't matter. It was his fault anyway, and this is how it ends.
Apologize, Drake said. Mean it.
Kyna doesn't want to hear anything he has to say, Ephemera knows, but he wants to be better. So he tries something new.
He has a small sketch folded in half, one that he worked on for most of the morning. It's the first time he saw Kyna and really looked at her, when she was standing in the doorway and looking at Washington. There was something open in her expression then. Hopeful in some ways. Careful in others. And then there'd been Washington, standing there, watching her.
Really looking at her. Even with his armor on, it was impossible to miss.
Ephemera doesn't sign the sketch. He never does. He folds it in half and stick it in the crack of her door. Hopes that it'll mean something, in the end.
He doesn't intend to say anything to Kyna, or see her at all, but she rounds the corner just as he's about to leave.
Oh.
Ephemera steps back quickly. Don't get in a fight. Don't start anything, you promised.]