[ Holland watches Kell right himself—at least he can do that without too much trouble. It's no surprise, of course, Kell isn't recovering from a mortal injury. Holland would never let his exhaustion show, but that's another reason he'd rather be around the other Antari than on his own.
Kell is always so trusting, showing his back to Holland in a new place like this. Maybe he knows the truth—that Holland couldn't take him down if he tried, right now. If he does, he's done a good job of not showing it. ]
I'll be fine.
[ Holland looks down at his bleeding palm. It had been a shallow cut, more to test the magic of this world than anything. The spell had worked, but barely. He would have healed by now from such a minor wound before. But maybe his injury sapped him of his strength more than he thought.
He clenches his fist again, ineffectually willing the blood to stop. He's so weak like this. Exhausted and limited. He can't let that stop him now. ]
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Kell is always so trusting, showing his back to Holland in a new place like this. Maybe he knows the truth—that Holland couldn't take him down if he tried, right now. If he does, he's done a good job of not showing it. ]
I'll be fine.
[ Holland looks down at his bleeding palm. It had been a shallow cut, more to test the magic of this world than anything. The spell had worked, but barely. He would have healed by now from such a minor wound before. But maybe his injury sapped him of his strength more than he thought.
He clenches his fist again, ineffectually willing the blood to stop. He's so weak like this. Exhausted and limited. He can't let that stop him now. ]
It was a shallow cut.