Really, there was no reason to be concerned about his physical state. G'raha was far worse off than Theo. The man was shot and tortured by Emet-Selch. Honestly, the Miqo'te really needed to be looked over by healers proper. Perhaps when the excitement dwindled, the Viera would insist upon it. For now, all that remained on Theo's person were scratches and scrapes.
"I do not fault them their joy," he said, eyes joining G'raha's looking up at the sky. "It would seems as though the heavens themselves are rejoicing."
The stars themselves were vivid. Bright. The shimmered and twinkled in swathes across the inky black of the sky. This was one of the reasons Theo constantly found himself in the treetops as a child and a young man.
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Date: 2024-04-03 01:10 am (UTC)"I do not fault them their joy," he said, eyes joining G'raha's looking up at the sky. "It would seems as though the heavens themselves are rejoicing."
The stars themselves were vivid. Bright. The shimmered and twinkled in swathes across the inky black of the sky. This was one of the reasons Theo constantly found himself in the treetops as a child and a young man.
"How are you fairing?"