"Good," he says, in a softer tone than any of the demon's prior assertive demands or bossy orders directed to all the hapless souls that have suffered them. Barnaby's slow acquiescence is all J needed to hear to steer him away from further harping upon the injured Aion and postponing his much-needed rest. J has other matters to attend to as well, when only one of two stubborn souls he's tasked himself with looking after lies safe and secure out of harm's way.
With Barnaby complacently taking to his orders, J's hand slowly withdraws so that he can straighten himself up to assess what else needs to be done. The demon is halfway across the room to beckon some of the soldiers close for more instructions when he hears Barnaby's voice. It makes him cast a little glance over one shoulder in surprise. So few have said something like that to him, once they had any comprehension of what J was or all that he was capable of.
"Don't worry about me," is the response he manages as a smile gradually settles across his features. J has little concern for his own wellbeing here, when surviving all of this isn't his end goal. A shame that Barnaby's concern is wholly wasted on a creature only biding it's time for the best way to make his final departure. But, the sentiment is something he does savor for just a moment.
Then he directs the remaining Achamite forces to stand guard outside his fellow Kenoma's door. As much as he appreciates Barnaby's willing agreement to stay, J won't stop there. He takes extra precautions to make certain nothing, not even the potential threat of enemies storming the Citadel, lure him out until he's capable of fighting.
A younger soldier, not much older than a mere child that might have been housed in the orphanage just a few years ago, is grabbed by the back of his armor as he tries to slip off along with them. J easily retrieves his sword from the boy's waist and tips his head in Barnaby's direction. "You, stay right here. If he needs anything, attend to it, since you won't be doing any fighting without this."
Holding the stolen weapon up by its handle, he makes his point clear before stepping over to the large window in Barnaby's room. As if sensing his intention, the healer's little assistant scurries over to unlatch the window's side by side panels and pull them wide, which earns her a smile from J. She really is a clever one. And with that he steps through the expanse and dives out into the open air to rejoin the fray.
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With Barnaby complacently taking to his orders, J's hand slowly withdraws so that he can straighten himself up to assess what else needs to be done. The demon is halfway across the room to beckon some of the soldiers close for more instructions when he hears Barnaby's voice. It makes him cast a little glance over one shoulder in surprise. So few have said something like that to him, once they had any comprehension of what J was or all that he was capable of.
"Don't worry about me," is the response he manages as a smile gradually settles across his features. J has little concern for his own wellbeing here, when surviving all of this isn't his end goal. A shame that Barnaby's concern is wholly wasted on a creature only biding it's time for the best way to make his final departure. But, the sentiment is something he does savor for just a moment.
Then he directs the remaining Achamite forces to stand guard outside his fellow Kenoma's door. As much as he appreciates Barnaby's willing agreement to stay, J won't stop there. He takes extra precautions to make certain nothing, not even the potential threat of enemies storming the Citadel, lure him out until he's capable of fighting.
A younger soldier, not much older than a mere child that might have been housed in the orphanage just a few years ago, is grabbed by the back of his armor as he tries to slip off along with them. J easily retrieves his sword from the boy's waist and tips his head in Barnaby's direction. "You, stay right here. If he needs anything, attend to it, since you won't be doing any fighting without this."
Holding the stolen weapon up by its handle, he makes his point clear before stepping over to the large window in Barnaby's room. As if sensing his intention, the healer's little assistant scurries over to unlatch the window's side by side panels and pull them wide, which earns her a smile from J. She really is a clever one. And with that he steps through the expanse and dives out into the open air to rejoin the fray.