You Shall Not Be Hidden [Cian Noc]

[Legion]

“No,” the healer confessed with a twist to his smile that was self deprecating. Surgeon’s hands were slouched in the pockets of his trousers even as the rest of his slumped, inelegant and at ease, against the wall by the crack a man long dead had put it in by accident. He watched her still, eyes warm, something far beneath the friendly exterior and easy going mannerisms both long troubled and sad. “Others have, but not me. My gods have never deigned to reveal those lives to me in this one; but maybe in this strange seige lain over Denval, They cannot.” A shrug lifted one shoulder, strong but narrow. “Tallend,” he squinted one eye. “Your old name feels familiar. Do you know me then? Who was I? Will you tell me?”