[ There's a brief pause before Trahearne answers, his smile dropping, like he's debating whether or not to say anything. ]
...It's still healing.
[ If there's one testament to the fact that he's alive and not simply in a dream-like state, it's the pain of the wound that killed him as it heals. Heals.
With a wince, he peels a leaf from his shirt to show just a part of Caladbolg's path, the one that should have destroyed him. It is large, deep--it will be a few weeks yet before Syrlya can put his hand in the area without it hurting. ]
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...It's still healing.
[ If there's one testament to the fact that he's alive and not simply in a dream-like state, it's the pain of the wound that killed him as it heals. Heals.
With a wince, he peels a leaf from his shirt to show just a part of Caladbolg's path, the one that should have destroyed him. It is large, deep--it will be a few weeks yet before Syrlya can put his hand in the area without it hurting. ]