[Sesa is from Sargon. Though he's a self-proclaimed pacifist, he is a Vouivre. One of the most resilient, hardy races in all of Terra. He is tough, he is fast, he could easily snap someone's neck if he wanted to with his bare hands.
Yet, the way he reaches down to gently lift Mizuki into his arms is nothing short of delicate, as if he were made from porcelain. He doesn't look physically injured, at least not from what he can tell at a glance, but the glow immediately sets Sesa off. He's trying not to panic but Mizuki isn't moving, he isn't reacting to being lifted, he isn't-]
Mizuki- Mizuki. Hey-!
[What's wrong? What's wrong?? Sesa isn't smart enough to know he's been bitten at first, at least not until Mizuki's little body lifelessly sort of shifts in his grip, and his arm falls to the side enough so that he can see those bites. Three of them, all in different places, oozing blue blood, and-
And.
He lifts him (he's so light, so light) and holds his chest to his head, listening. Hoping, desperately, to find his pulse.]
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Yet, the way he reaches down to gently lift Mizuki into his arms is nothing short of delicate, as if he were made from porcelain. He doesn't look physically injured, at least not from what he can tell at a glance, but the glow immediately sets Sesa off. He's trying not to panic but Mizuki isn't moving, he isn't reacting to being lifted, he isn't-]
Mizuki- Mizuki. Hey-!
[What's wrong? What's wrong?? Sesa isn't smart enough to know he's been bitten at first, at least not until Mizuki's little body lifelessly sort of shifts in his grip, and his arm falls to the side enough so that he can see those bites. Three of them, all in different places, oozing blue blood, and-
And.
He lifts him (he's so light, so light) and holds his chest to his head, listening. Hoping, desperately, to find his pulse.]