[Belthazar is more prepared this time. As before, Eithan dips in and drinks. As before, the elf doesn't scream or struggle or even let on that he's in pain save for his expression. When it's over he sways a little, but he doesn't collapse; he clings to the front of Eithan's shirt and focuses on his breathing.]
[ Eithan doesn't mind the clinging - he's just glad Belth isn't falling over. He only just got all of that mana back after all, so Eithan would've felt horrible if he'd somehow messed that up.
Just like last time, he presses his fingers over the bite. His other hand goes back to Belth's shoulder, and he smiles. ]
[His thick lashes flutter as he tries to keep himself steady. He's probably not going to feel well for another hour or two, as before, but at least he's not passing out.]
This attack could have ended up so much worse. We were lucky. Too lucky.
[ Yeah, Eithan can tell how unsteady he still is - so he'll just gently start trying to get him to sit on the floor, like last time. And of course, he'll sit right beside him - all the better to be leaned against! ]
Yeah, luck in the form of those other guys showin' up. You know, also out of nowhere. Geez. Honestly? This whole day was fuckin' nuts, start to finish...
[He doesn't struggle. Eithan's arms feel like the only safe thing in the universe right now, so Belth isn't shy about leaning on him, even resting his head on the other mage's shoulder.]
I wonder what they want. Surely they want something...
[ Even when he moves his hand away from Belth's neck, his arms all to easily settle around him - in a way that somehow just seems to make sense. Like he doesn't even need to think about it. ... Of course, if he did think about it, he might actually notice the faint tint of red in his own cheeks, but... well, Eithan never claimed to be a thinker. ]
Obviously they don't want us dead... But what the hell could we have that they'd want? Somethin' on the ships? Some kinda knowledge?
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Fair is fair, [he murmurs.]
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Just like last time, he presses his fingers over the bite. His other hand goes back to Belth's shoulder, and he smiles. ]
Yeah, fair's fair.
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This attack could have ended up so much worse. We were lucky. Too lucky.
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Yeah, luck in the form of those other guys showin' up. You know, also out of nowhere. Geez. Honestly? This whole day was fuckin' nuts, start to finish...
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I wonder what they want. Surely they want something...
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Obviously they don't want us dead... But what the hell could we have that they'd want? Somethin' on the ships? Some kinda knowledge?