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[respired]

[ So, that relatively cheerful guy dancing with everybody on the beach--he's gone. He's out of here. Koltira leans forward, his expression pained, jaw clenched. There's a flat piece of wood on the ground beside him with the start of an intricate filigree carved into it, but he's set it aside. He's focused entirely on the jewelry. ]

I feel unwell.

[ His guttural, echoing voice is rougher than usual; he sounds like jagged rocks scraping against each other, and the strange ethereal reverberation does nothing to better the effect.

He's experiencing, for the first time in years, something like fatigue. It's discomfiting, impossible. His kind does not tire. And yet here he is, feeling--not exhausted, but legitimately weary. ]

The ocean is not rife with magic, but it provides some sustenance.

[ He shakes his head, as though trying to clear his vision. Some sustenance. Not enough. ]

If anyone has found other sources, I would know of them.

[ His voice drops to an almost feral growl. ]

Or a solution.

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[heavyhitter]

[ She doesn't care for that sound at all, and it gets a furrow between her brows as she keeps her attention close on him. ]

For what, hanging out? I'd do that anytime, have you noticed how hard I am to get rid of?

[respired]

No.

[ Murmuring. ]

For your kindness. For your persistence.

For forgiving me.

[heavyhitter]

[ Oh yeah, that's right, she was pissed at him earlier. For trying to kill her, right. It feels forever ago and irrelevant. She takes a hand back to wave the thanks off with a quiet huff. ]

Whatever, we're friends. That stuff comes with the deal.

[respired]

Mm.

[ He might've denied it, another time. He likely will again, should he make it through this. But for now, he just nods. ]

Thank you for being my friend, then.

[heavyhitter]

[ That's not something that needs thanks, so Ramir opts to ignore it. She watches him for a few more long seconds, then drops her other hand as well, which conveniently lands atop one of his. ]

Should I be encouraging you to take a nap, or keeping you awake?

[ The tired, dimmed quality to him doesn't sit well with her at all, but she's not sure which approach might work and which would be a disaster. ]

[respired]

It hardly matters. I find no rest in either case.

[ His eyes are shut, and he's mumbling. ]