Movements: Pain

Elizabel rested on the wall, as Neyeeva looked her over. Nothing new, out of the ordinary. People staring her down with those uncertain eyes, saying "I don't know if I can trust you." She found it all boring in the end, constantly being looked at the same way be everyone, but her. The warriors eyes moved, glancing over at Xaneria, softening her demeanor.

A fel glow.

Elizabel pushed herself off the rock face, looking at Xaneria, her hands twitching at her side as she watched the druid's body become encompassed in the purple light. The foul taste in the back of Elizabel's throat grew as she looked on. Her eyes moved to Neyeeva, as the young druid moved to Xaneria's side. A few more steps closer, the warrior moved, as the light began to disapate. Elizabel knew all to well, it had something to do with the scar, yet her knowledge too was weak on this subject.

What was-

Her eyes grew for a split second, noticing the tears pouring from Xaneria's sleeping eyes, weaping in a silent coma. The warrior's body moved without thought, approaching closer as she removed a gauntlet from her hand and touched Neyeeva's shoulder. Her eyes didn't leave Xaneria's body, yet her hand was warm and reassuring.

Everything...is alright.

Elizabel bent down to sleeping druid's side, looking over the familiar body, her skin more pale, her body seeming to be losing weight. As if Elizabel didn't already think Xaneria might float away, she was degrading in this rest, yet... Confidence. Her hand reached out and wiped the tears from Xaneria's face, softly, slowly, her eyes softening in warmth, letting their skin touch for a moment. Neyeeva's words broke her thoughts. Crying...

"We haven't lived a peaceful life." Elizabel sighed. "It could be a great deal of things... perhaps."

The warrior stopped, letting out a heavier sigh as she replaced her guantlet, thinking quietly to herself. A great deal of things, she and I have survived through. This will just be another chip in our blade, right? Xaneria...

"There are things in this life, that must be suffered through and this may be one of our many to bear is all. Another notch in the belt, we endure, together." She stepped back and retook her place against the wall, after adjusting the cloak on Xaneria's body, ensuring she was warm.

Just another burden to survive, together... like always. This time... I will wait on you to return.

"Rest," Elizabel said, closing her eyes slowly, unable to look away. "If you need to that is. This place must be taking it's toll on you as well."

((It wasn't me this time, go Eli woot!))