[If she was being honest, Sayo barely Illarion before she was dragged into his personal Hell. He'd saved her soul with his words, her life with his claws, and they made a contract forged in blood to save everyone else too on the beach.
But a week is a long time to get to know one another, especially when you're the only two sane (or insane, if the rest of the world had truly descended into madness then being semi-sound of mind was likely a worse illness than if they went with the grain) individuals in a broken half-reality, and even moreso when the bond is tempered in terror and survival.
It really had felt like part of Sayo's heart had been ripped out when Illarion hurled her out of Nephele-that-isn't.
Now they're together, once again, and the pang in Sayo's heart when she sees his mangled mind and body only rings louder when she realizes that must've been what her own soul looked like after those thousand/six (thousand, it had to be a thousand for this plan to work) years. So she does what she wishes somebody had done for her, simply because she doesn't know what else to do in the face of such mind-melting terror:
Sayo reaches out and, whole body trembling, says with such deep tenderness that it feels like an open wound:]
...I brought something new for you to read, Forneus.
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But a week is a long time to get to know one another, especially when you're the only two sane (or insane, if the rest of the world had truly descended into madness then being semi-sound of mind was likely a worse illness than if they went with the grain) individuals in a broken half-reality, and even moreso when the bond is tempered in terror and survival.
It really had felt like part of Sayo's heart had been ripped out when Illarion hurled her out of Nephele-that-isn't.
Now they're together, once again, and the pang in Sayo's heart when she sees his mangled mind and body only rings louder when she realizes that must've been what her own soul looked like after those thousand/six (thousand, it had to be a thousand for this plan to work) years. So she does what she wishes somebody had done for her, simply because she doesn't know what else to do in the face of such mind-melting terror:
Sayo reaches out and, whole body trembling, says with such deep tenderness that it feels like an open wound:]
...I brought something new for you to read, Forneus.
A tale without pages stained in blood.