Claire grunted slightly as Orin mentioned he wasn’t trying to hurt anyone but his own apparition. “It wasn’t so much that you would purposely hurt someone. I was more afraid of someone trying to stop you and getting in the way.” The Akalak was known for keeping the peace in their the city strictly, and she stitched up enough of them to know they’d take the damage in order to keep it that way. “Well Orin, I’m Claire.” The girl tilted her head in the direction of the other man, a silent request for his name as well. The least they could do was exchange names if nothing but for the fact it often brought a little ease knowing someone’s else's name. Freke’s question about someone playing tricks on the man was shot down fairly quickly. Until now it seemed his issues of his father were kept close to heart, and Orin didn’t seem to think he had many enemies within the city. He seemed skeptical that someone would go through the trouble to cause him this much grief.
Luckily Orin seemed more than willing to get directly out of the rain. She followed closely, more worried about his mental state than the fact that he might have another outburst. The poor man looked drained, leaning against the wall under the closet awning. Her eyes shifted to his form as the gnosis mark scaling across her face tingled lightly. There were no physical injuries for her to heal, the raptor knew that. It was the need to ease the inner turmoil of the man that made her mark react—but it hardly seemed the time. Orin was giving another piece of himself as he explained his regret over the loss of the man who, by the sound of it, had spent most of his time torturing his son.
He finished with a question that the Kelvic wasn’t sure she was meant to answer. Once again she felt as if the wrong words—even for the right reasons—could cause more damage than intended. No matter the weapon or the outburst, however, Claire felt the man before her was very different from the man he had described to be his father. She pursed her lips for a moment before taking a leap that she might regret later. “The very fact that you ask that question should give you that answer.”
The raptor sighed and shifted her weight from one foot to another before looking Orin in the eye, despite the emptiness of his gaze. “Our past always has the capability to hurt us. That is one thing I can understand, even if it’s just vaguely compared to yours. The way I see it you could be one of two people. Someone twisted by your past, or someone determined to become better for it. You have the capacity to ask that question. It means you haven’t forgotten.” As if the ghost circling behind her wasn’t proof of that enough.
Shaking her head, Claire gave the man a small smile. “Rest might be your best option right now. Whatever is bringing this to the forefront of your mind, it should end within several bells if it’s caused by some outside force. If it lasts longer than the day you might want to get looked at.” Turning to Freke, she smiled and tilted her head towards the man. “Thank you for the help. I think all three of us has had quite the morning already.” Looking out at the rain, the sound of the drops hitting the ground brought a sense of calm to her insides. Glancing at both boys she gave them a nod before backing out into the rain. “Keep out of trouble yes?” She hoped the light tone of her voice came across as a gentle tease. Turning on her heel the raptor started off down the path she had originally walking before the interruption. She was going to be late for work, but it was well worth.
She hoped.
Luckily Orin seemed more than willing to get directly out of the rain. She followed closely, more worried about his mental state than the fact that he might have another outburst. The poor man looked drained, leaning against the wall under the closet awning. Her eyes shifted to his form as the gnosis mark scaling across her face tingled lightly. There were no physical injuries for her to heal, the raptor knew that. It was the need to ease the inner turmoil of the man that made her mark react—but it hardly seemed the time. Orin was giving another piece of himself as he explained his regret over the loss of the man who, by the sound of it, had spent most of his time torturing his son.
He finished with a question that the Kelvic wasn’t sure she was meant to answer. Once again she felt as if the wrong words—even for the right reasons—could cause more damage than intended. No matter the weapon or the outburst, however, Claire felt the man before her was very different from the man he had described to be his father. She pursed her lips for a moment before taking a leap that she might regret later. “The very fact that you ask that question should give you that answer.”
The raptor sighed and shifted her weight from one foot to another before looking Orin in the eye, despite the emptiness of his gaze. “Our past always has the capability to hurt us. That is one thing I can understand, even if it’s just vaguely compared to yours. The way I see it you could be one of two people. Someone twisted by your past, or someone determined to become better for it. You have the capacity to ask that question. It means you haven’t forgotten.” As if the ghost circling behind her wasn’t proof of that enough.
Shaking her head, Claire gave the man a small smile. “Rest might be your best option right now. Whatever is bringing this to the forefront of your mind, it should end within several bells if it’s caused by some outside force. If it lasts longer than the day you might want to get looked at.” Turning to Freke, she smiled and tilted her head towards the man. “Thank you for the help. I think all three of us has had quite the morning already.” Looking out at the rain, the sound of the drops hitting the ground brought a sense of calm to her insides. Glancing at both boys she gave them a nod before backing out into the rain. “Keep out of trouble yes?” She hoped the light tone of her voice came across as a gentle tease. Turning on her heel the raptor started off down the path she had originally walking before the interruption. She was going to be late for work, but it was well worth.
She hoped.
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