[There's a polite clearing of her throat, as soft and silent as she can manage. Illusion or not, she can feel the pollen trickling into her lungs with a pungent threat. Are Relievers immune to such things?
This isn't the time to ask. There's a woman here, abandoned. Left for dead more like. Rosamund's heart sinks the second she lays eyes on her, barely restraining herself from rushing to her side. It's not real, she reminds herself, taking in the splayed limbs and the sour blood, there's nothing that can be changed here.
Dahut has no such qualms. He's at her side at once, with such open emotion that it shocks her. Yes his heart had been purposefully expanded, but she's had it impressed upon her time and again that they are not at all the same. The capacity isn't there for love.
Then what do you call this?]
Hello. [Rosamund looks to Dahut apprehensively, then kneels at his side. She brushes some of the hair out of the woman's face. "Mother." Literally, or figuratively? And why was she calling him "Liam?"] I'm Rosamund. Your Liam is a...a lovely boy.
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This isn't the time to ask. There's a woman here, abandoned. Left for dead more like. Rosamund's heart sinks the second she lays eyes on her, barely restraining herself from rushing to her side. It's not real, she reminds herself, taking in the splayed limbs and the sour blood, there's nothing that can be changed here.
Dahut has no such qualms. He's at her side at once, with such open emotion that it shocks her. Yes his heart had been purposefully expanded, but she's had it impressed upon her time and again that they are not at all the same. The capacity isn't there for love.
Then what do you call this?]
Hello. [Rosamund looks to Dahut apprehensively, then kneels at his side. She brushes some of the hair out of the woman's face. "Mother." Literally, or figuratively? And why was she calling him "Liam?"] I'm Rosamund. Your Liam is a...a lovely boy.
[Good lord, what can she even say?]
Miss, is there anything we can do to help?