[ as abel makes light of how he's doing, asks after them, rand flicks his eyes from looking upwards to giving ernesto a wry look. well, what did you expect? is the sentiment, more or less. no, of course the priest wouldn't complain about any of his obvious injuries, or the less obvious ones, or the pain he must be in. copious amounts of whining seems spectacularly unlikely — unless he finds something truly ridiculous to zero in on. then, well. ]
I'll see to it that you get a bath and nap myself, when we're back home.
[ rand says with some humor. yeah, those do sound like nice things for abel (and himeka) to get — and food, light only knows when they'd last been fed. that's a flicker of anger he can't help, less here-and-gone than here-and-buried. there will be time for that, too, when they're back home because they will be back home.
it's not so different from the conviction he'd brought into achamoth with him: to save abel and himeka or die trying. now that the two of them are out of immediate danger and so close to safety, the latter option isn't acceptable either. they will be returned to greentruth. it's said that the Pattern bends and warps around ta'veren, and he's not sure if he believes that to be the case in horos, but if it does. if there's any chance that it does. he wants this outcome more than he's wanted anything else in his life.
but of course they're not skipping over healing abel right now, for light's sake. not that ernesto would accept that anyway, he knows, but he pointedly is going to stand here until the perro says that he's done. what is abel going to do, complain that rand could use a breather????? and he could, truthfully. given where they are and what they've come to do, he's gotten off easily. but one of his sleeves is noticeably a charred wreck, whatever's left of it, though dorothea's ministrations mean that the burns beneath look a lot older than they really are. his ribs have seen better days — and are doing a lot better than ernesto's — and it's not hard to guess at a look he's been in a few fights. but he really is doing better than he should be, by rights, and he doesn't move like anything hurts much. with saidin searing through every fiber of his body, physical aches feel far distant. ]
What kind of soup do you fancy? [ to abel, as ernesto keeps healing, because as we've established, that is simply a thing that is Going To Happen. rand can do his part in keeping the lighthearted chatter going. ] Thoma showed me how to make some good ones with fish, recently.
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I'll see to it that you get a bath and nap myself, when we're back home.
[ rand says with some humor. yeah, those do sound like nice things for abel (and himeka) to get — and food, light only knows when they'd last been fed. that's a flicker of anger he can't help, less here-and-gone than here-and-buried. there will be time for that, too, when they're back home because they will be back home.
it's not so different from the conviction he'd brought into achamoth with him: to save abel and himeka or die trying. now that the two of them are out of immediate danger and so close to safety, the latter option isn't acceptable either. they will be returned to greentruth. it's said that the Pattern bends and warps around ta'veren, and he's not sure if he believes that to be the case in horos, but if it does. if there's any chance that it does. he wants this outcome more than he's wanted anything else in his life.
but of course they're not skipping over healing abel right now, for light's sake. not that ernesto would accept that anyway, he knows, but he pointedly is going to stand here until the perro says that he's done. what is abel going to do, complain that rand could use a breather????? and he could, truthfully. given where they are and what they've come to do, he's gotten off easily. but one of his sleeves is noticeably a charred wreck, whatever's left of it, though dorothea's ministrations mean that the burns beneath look a lot older than they really are. his ribs have seen better days — and are doing a lot better than ernesto's — and it's not hard to guess at a look he's been in a few fights. but he really is doing better than he should be, by rights, and he doesn't move like anything hurts much. with saidin searing through every fiber of his body, physical aches feel far distant. ]
What kind of soup do you fancy? [ to abel, as ernesto keeps healing, because as we've established, that is simply a thing that is Going To Happen. rand can do his part in keeping the lighthearted chatter going. ] Thoma showed me how to make some good ones with fish, recently.