inkdragon
Understandably Confused
While Isaac still had to fight off hot anger every time he thought of Illian, he was glad for the other young man's sake that Stavros seemed to be understanding. He would not have truly wanted to see someone else estranged from those they cared about due to magic they could not control.
But the relief he felt was overshadowed by the unease Stavros's explanation brought. It was as he thought, the magic in the glyphs was far beyond him. "I was able to stablilize you earlier," he said, nodding in response to Elise's words. "But it is merely a bandage over a wound that needs to be truly closed. I will try again in the morning, after I have rested enough to attempt the process again. I believe it will suffice until we make it to this Myrellion you speak of." He pursed his lips, then corrected himself. "We have no choice but to make it suffice."
A part of Isaac, a dark, unsettling part, secretly liked the situation at hand. Though he could hardly admit it to himself, feeling useful, feeling needed, feeling powerful, that was something he had little experience with... and he was finding he liked it. A better person would have been helping for the sake of helping alone, he knew. But Isaac wasn't that person, not really, and that private knowledge brought shame to a tight pinch in his chest. Of course, he wanted to help. Of course he did. But it was for himself as much as Stavros, though he would be damned before he breathed a word of those thoughts aloud.
But the relief he felt was overshadowed by the unease Stavros's explanation brought. It was as he thought, the magic in the glyphs was far beyond him. "I was able to stablilize you earlier," he said, nodding in response to Elise's words. "But it is merely a bandage over a wound that needs to be truly closed. I will try again in the morning, after I have rested enough to attempt the process again. I believe it will suffice until we make it to this Myrellion you speak of." He pursed his lips, then corrected himself. "We have no choice but to make it suffice."
A part of Isaac, a dark, unsettling part, secretly liked the situation at hand. Though he could hardly admit it to himself, feeling useful, feeling needed, feeling powerful, that was something he had little experience with... and he was finding he liked it. A better person would have been helping for the sake of helping alone, he knew. But Isaac wasn't that person, not really, and that private knowledge brought shame to a tight pinch in his chest. Of course, he wanted to help. Of course he did. But it was for himself as much as Stavros, though he would be damned before he breathed a word of those thoughts aloud.