[So much of Myr's uniquely potent strength is rooted in the faun's patience. L's words can be skillful in difficult places, or disastrous in those that rely on empathetic expression, but Myr's patience in particular has a way of guiding them back toward some grounded, sane place that seems natural for L himself to arrive at even if it's impossibly far from where he began his deeply unwell premise. It's a journey, at times, but always one that feels real and remembered. Every stone and tree passed and observed and considered, proof that the steps were taken and the mental miles traversed.
Just as importantly, Myr walks the path with him, observes the distance and the landmarks from his point of view. Being understood is a coveted and rare oasis for the detective, and one that Myr offers earnestly and often. It's almost normal, now; it's almost safe. L lets his guard down more and more frequently so that Myr can perceive through his mind and his senses, even if the lens is grimy or the angle off-putting.
He wants to argue that he has the heart and fortitude for it... but it's claiming the contents of a locked box be accepted on faith alone. His reaction to the situation as a whole feels spectacularly resilient to him, but in truth, it's just another distorting veil to hide the truth behind.
He accepts the hand, letting the tuft of fur flutter to the floor. He can mention its implications on the way, because "the way" will be longer and more difficult, and there will be time to talk about Niles. He doesn't have the stamina for another round of teleportation, and it's clear in the heaviness he leans with as he allows Myr to help him to his feet.]
Yes... let's. I'll finish gathering my things.
[A reluctant agreement to a necessary bit of unpleasantness. His mending would be slow and difficult, otherwise, leaving him prone to further complications or infection.
He pulls away so he can busy himself with assembling his simple away bag, but speaks over his shoulder.]
Myr?
[Spoken as if a thought had just popped into his head.]
I'm sorry I didn't think of how this would affect you, as my Bonded. If I'd believed for a second it would have caused you pain, as well..
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Just as importantly, Myr walks the path with him, observes the distance and the landmarks from his point of view. Being understood is a coveted and rare oasis for the detective, and one that Myr offers earnestly and often. It's almost normal, now; it's almost safe. L lets his guard down more and more frequently so that Myr can perceive through his mind and his senses, even if the lens is grimy or the angle off-putting.
He wants to argue that he has the heart and fortitude for it... but it's claiming the contents of a locked box be accepted on faith alone. His reaction to the situation as a whole feels spectacularly resilient to him, but in truth, it's just another distorting veil to hide the truth behind.
He accepts the hand, letting the tuft of fur flutter to the floor. He can mention its implications on the way, because "the way" will be longer and more difficult, and there will be time to talk about Niles. He doesn't have the stamina for another round of teleportation, and it's clear in the heaviness he leans with as he allows Myr to help him to his feet.]
Yes... let's. I'll finish gathering my things.
[A reluctant agreement to a necessary bit of unpleasantness. His mending would be slow and difficult, otherwise, leaving him prone to further complications or infection.
He pulls away so he can busy himself with assembling his simple away bag, but speaks over his shoulder.]
Myr?
[Spoken as if a thought had just popped into his head.]
I'm sorry I didn't think of how this would affect you, as my Bonded. If I'd believed for a second it would have caused you pain, as well..