Date: 2018-10-25 05:45 am (UTC)
faithlikeaseed: (sighted - sad smile)
It's that same thought--of Ignis, who'd come not so very long ago to ask Myr how he coped in a world not made for the blind, a world that always found them less than--that lurks behind the shadow in Myr's smile. (That, and so much else.)

He stalls a moment as Prompto clears space--not because he's unsure of his welcome but because this is the bit where someone would ordinarily say what they'd done, and he'd reach out and feel his way to a seat, and-- That's all disconnected now. He gives an abrupt shake of his head, reaching out to touch his intended spot and be sure of it anyhow before settling himself beside his friend.

"Never a stupid question," he replies, with most of his usual warmth. "Truly--it wasn't like any healing I've ever experienced," and he shivers as he says it, because there's no forgetting that rushing, flowing cold, "so I don't know I'd call it that. The revered mother of the abbey we'd been invited to--a woman named Alvar."

Which reduces the whole tragic mess to an almost comic simplicity and he nearly winces as he says it. "Though not without help. It's--well, I'll put the question to you: D'you want the whole thing from the beginning?"
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