You Don't Need All Your Bones, Surely. [Thyrian]

[Lief]

It took all Kära had not to retaliate against his words. They struck her like a physical blow and for a moment left her without a word to say. "You... You are not some mindless fool, Thyrian!" she asserted, colour rising in her cheeks. No, no this was all wrong: it was her place to expand on who he was, to make him great in his own right, not to have him limit himself to... Whatever this was! "Do not belittle yourself or your worth." It was too much for her, following all they had faced, and thus she turned from him and walked away, her left hand shaking somewhat profoundly. She stared down at the arm of the beast and with the Force she tore apart one bone from the other, using her mind alone. She purposely did not give him a 'command'.

@[member="Thyrian Ashborn"]

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

No command was given, and the Ashborn would remain stood where he was until further notice. All prospects of a will of his own were dismissed and buried beneath the ashes of his entire being. Without sound or movement he watched Kära resume her work, a mere shadow engulfing her small shape. This was not an act of spite for her or to go against her wishes; the Ashborn was now convinced this was his only calling. He was to be her servant and nothing more, nothing less. Without paying any attention to it, his flames were flickering away and his body temperature was falling to where one would be able to touch his armour without fear of burning oneself, which in Thyrian's case was dangerously low. None of that mattered to him now. If he was to become a pile of ashes and pieces of metal upon the ground here and now, so be it. He felt... nothing.

@[member="Lady Kyros"]