Yeah, but... I missed you, so when you came back, I wanted you to have somewhere to call home that wasn't a dingy inn room.
[No offense to the inn, but it's a bit dilapidated. Plus, it's quieter out by the river (so far) and Elsword can simply go out and fish or forage for mushrooms or pick an apple from the tree on the banks...
But they can have a discussion about moving Add in when the Grove isn't dying, and when both of them are fixed up. He keeps his arm still throughout Add's explorations, purposely looking away from the worst of the wounds. Most of the blood that's still flowing is part of the large holes in his arm, inflicted by himself during a moment of madness (thanks plants)... he closes his eyes and tries to pretend he didn't have a nightmare about his arm coming to life and strangling him, that he didn't see it do the same thing to him while he was on the ground getting eaten alive, and that he didn't hallucinate those same vines trying to kill Add. Closes his eyes...
...and suddenly snaps them open when the laser-scalpel cuts into a stem, sucking in a pained hiss through his teeth. Like it or not, these things are part of him — it's like cutting into a nerve, slicing into raw muscle, something like that. Elsword barely manages a low I feel something in response to Add's request, as if it wasn't obvious by his grit teeth and the way he starts to sweat.
Eventually, he manages to find words again at a louder volume:]
You can cut them off. It's okay. I'm okay.
[He's trying to convince himself of that, anyway.]
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[No offense to the inn, but it's a bit dilapidated. Plus, it's quieter out by the river (so far) and Elsword can simply go out and fish or forage for mushrooms or pick an apple from the tree on the banks...
But they can have a discussion about moving Add in when the Grove isn't dying, and when both of them are fixed up. He keeps his arm still throughout Add's explorations, purposely looking away from the worst of the wounds. Most of the blood that's still flowing is part of the large holes in his arm, inflicted by himself during a moment of madness (thanks plants)... he closes his eyes and tries to pretend he didn't have a nightmare about his arm coming to life and strangling him, that he didn't see it do the same thing to him while he was on the ground getting eaten alive, and that he didn't hallucinate those same vines trying to kill Add. Closes his eyes...
...and suddenly snaps them open when the laser-scalpel cuts into a stem, sucking in a pained hiss through his teeth. Like it or not, these things are part of him — it's like cutting into a nerve, slicing into raw muscle, something like that. Elsword barely manages a low I feel something in response to Add's request, as if it wasn't obvious by his grit teeth and the way he starts to sweat.
Eventually, he manages to find words again at a louder volume:]
You can cut them off. It's okay. I'm okay.
[He's trying to convince himself of that, anyway.]