Alric Kuhn
Handsome K'lor'slug
[member="Silara"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]
They moved him into the medical bay of the ship.
He was still delirious, still out of it, not quite sure where he was or where he had come from. However there was a certain peace in his heart, peace that came from knowing the love of his life was safe, that she was not too far off and that she was still with him in every sense of the word. That peace was only added to by the knowledge that his one and only friend was near as well.
He hardly thought of the two interacting, nor did he care if they did.
Alric had never held any fear of the two of them meeting, and if it hadn't been for tonight's little incident he very likely would have introduced them himself. Of course right now he didn't have the mental acumen to even think of that, and instead he was drifting in a haze of thoughts that didn't quite make any sense.
That didn't matter though.
What mattered was what he had.
A low hum escaped his throat, a sound that was familiar to some, and never heard by other. A low melody that thrummed within his body, denoting satisfaction within his delirium.
They moved him into the medical bay of the ship.
He was still delirious, still out of it, not quite sure where he was or where he had come from. However there was a certain peace in his heart, peace that came from knowing the love of his life was safe, that she was not too far off and that she was still with him in every sense of the word. That peace was only added to by the knowledge that his one and only friend was near as well.
He hardly thought of the two interacting, nor did he care if they did.
Alric had never held any fear of the two of them meeting, and if it hadn't been for tonight's little incident he very likely would have introduced them himself. Of course right now he didn't have the mental acumen to even think of that, and instead he was drifting in a haze of thoughts that didn't quite make any sense.
That didn't matter though.
What mattered was what he had.
A low hum escaped his throat, a sound that was familiar to some, and never heard by other. A low melody that thrummed within his body, denoting satisfaction within his delirium.