Szesh felt a tightness in his throat, but it was not from the ash. He had been called many things, but "kind" had rarely been amongst them. Not since...
He coughed, his flight turning turbulent for the duration of the fit. He kept his grip on the girl, doing his best to avoid spattering her with more dark blood. When it settled, he gave her an apologetic look.
He didn't really know what to say to her. He wasn't even entirely sure why he had saved her. Draco's gaze, he had almost left her at Bhathairk, thinking her lost. Feeling her warm but weak embrace only made this guilt more intense. She was hurting, but that was a feeling he understood. Shared experiences had helped him grow closer to Heike, and while that memory was still muddied by circumstance, he could remember the comfort it had given him. Zeri could use comfort now.
"I know what it is to lose a home," he said in as soothing a tone as he could manage. "When the Shattered City rose, the avalanches..." he trailed off. He had not spoken of this to anyone. "...I had not lived there for years, but it hurt."
He felt a little sheepish. That was his comfort for her? "It hurt?" Zeri had watched her city burn before her eyes, seen its buildings fall into the abyss, and he told her that it hurt. At a loss, he deferred to the rushing wind to fill the silence.
| Zeri Rekani |