[ Liem's sudden and unceremonious freefall to an earthy bed is very rudely interrupted.
their meeting is happenstance; Abel has found much of his time preoccupied with the natives of the city, tending to what he can as one who's managed to keep his wits about him, thus far. his path back to the family that had been kind enough to house him takes him right by this pleasant place that might be a nice spot for a chat were circumstances better... just in time to catch sight of the weak, heavy shape of a man in distress coming from the opposite direction.
Abel had been trying to get the man's attention upon realizing his predicament, slowly losing his battle against gravity to little avail; the concern behind his words might have fallen on deaf ears, but... they say actions speak loudest, right? the priest had quickly closed the gap between him and the wayward Aion, barely managing to reach Liem in time to halt his descent once the other man's legs had finally given out from under him.
is he conscious...? suppose it might not much matter if he were; his condition is obviously concerning and awareness limited. how long has it been since he's eaten? drank anything...? there is plenty of Venera's number that have already succumbed to severe dehydration alongside the other signs of neglect they'd paid their bodies. Liem is yet another victim to add to that tally.
horrible. it's horrible - and understatement as that may be, perhaps there aren't words to suit it all. ]
--hear me? Sir...? Ah... please hold on, alright...? I'm going to--
[ perhaps Liem might be dimly aware he's being lifted-- a pair of gentle arms have cradled this man gingerly as he can manage, lifting him as if he were a child; thankfully, Liem is not a man of unwieldy frame and makes for a convenient enough passenger. ]
It's okay. --You're unwell; please don't try to move too much...
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their meeting is happenstance; Abel has found much of his time preoccupied with the natives of the city, tending to what he can as one who's managed to keep his wits about him, thus far. his path back to the family that had been kind enough to house him takes him right by this pleasant place that might be a nice spot for a chat were circumstances better... just in time to catch sight of the weak, heavy shape of a man in distress coming from the opposite direction.
Abel had been trying to get the man's attention upon realizing his predicament, slowly losing his battle against gravity to little avail; the concern behind his words might have fallen on deaf ears, but... they say actions speak loudest, right? the priest had quickly closed the gap between him and the wayward Aion, barely managing to reach Liem in time to halt his descent once the other man's legs had finally given out from under him.
is he conscious...? suppose it might not much matter if he were; his condition is obviously concerning and awareness limited. how long has it been since he's eaten? drank anything...? there is plenty of Venera's number that have already succumbed to severe dehydration alongside the other signs of neglect they'd paid their bodies. Liem is yet another victim to add to that tally.
horrible. it's horrible - and understatement as that may be, perhaps there aren't words to suit it all. ]
--hear me? Sir...? Ah... please hold on, alright...? I'm going to--
[ perhaps Liem might be dimly aware he's being lifted-- a pair of gentle arms have cradled this man gingerly as he can manage, lifting him as if he were a child; thankfully, Liem is not a man of unwieldy frame and makes for a convenient enough passenger. ]
It's okay. --You're unwell; please don't try to move too much...