[Estinien makes a wheezing sound, blood still dripping from his face and down the front of his body. Ciel last blow to his chest has left him winded and made breathing difficult, and his less than graceful landing on the stone has his legs shaking with exertion and weak at the joints. When the adrenaline is gone, he'll probably find it painful to walk.
As it is, though, he levels his gaze at Abel - the fierce red that has swallowed them while fighting is beginning to fade, returning to the cloudy gray he was born with. Oddly, though, the reptilian slits in them have remained, not that Estinien himself has any way of knowing.
He tries to take a step towards Abel, as if eager to simply walk it off and leave Ciel where she is, but he staggers and loses balance. It turns out he does need that support. He grasps Abel's shoulder with one clawed, burned hand, apparently too dazed to manage his grip strength. The lingering claws are still sharp.]
They'll not take us...
[He says it as if finishing a conversation that he only imagined, assuring Abel of something that wasn't asked. The desperate need for survival and freedom is in his eyes, all the same.]
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As it is, though, he levels his gaze at Abel - the fierce red that has swallowed them while fighting is beginning to fade, returning to the cloudy gray he was born with. Oddly, though, the reptilian slits in them have remained, not that Estinien himself has any way of knowing.
He tries to take a step towards Abel, as if eager to simply walk it off and leave Ciel where she is, but he staggers and loses balance. It turns out he does need that support. He grasps Abel's shoulder with one clawed, burned hand, apparently too dazed to manage his grip strength. The lingering claws are still sharp.]
They'll not take us...
[He says it as if finishing a conversation that he only imagined, assuring Abel of something that wasn't asked. The desperate need for survival and freedom is in his eyes, all the same.]