[Though Myr and L are--by any objective determination--leagues apart in how well they get on with others, there's yet something in Myr that well-recognizes that expectation of sudden rejection. His is a shallower wound than his Bonded's, scabbed over and healing with steady surety, but it's wound enough that he can still flinch when it's touched--or in empathy, to see the same injury pressed on in one so-beloved.
To say nothing of the physical injuries that make his own breath and pulse quicken in time with L's own.
That bastard, he cannot help but think.]
Once, [to L's question,] and under worse circumstances. [In Dorchacht, in the midst of their uprising, fleeing from a family he'd stolen an enslaved Monster from. Though the worse in this case is sheerly from the view of his own disorientation with the process; that had been exciting and necessary and he'd hardly been afraid the way he is now.]
no subject
To say nothing of the physical injuries that make his own breath and pulse quicken in time with L's own.
That bastard, he cannot help but think.]
Once, [to L's question,] and under worse circumstances. [In Dorchacht, in the midst of their uprising, fleeing from a family he'd stolen an enslaved Monster from. Though the worse in this case is sheerly from the view of his own disorientation with the process; that had been exciting and necessary and he'd hardly been afraid the way he is now.]
I'll be fine. [Better you not walk.]