"Yes." The simple word is Elidibus' acknowledgement to Liam. Half of what was spoken probably hasn't really penetrated. The grief, to have a moment's true sight returned to him. Then grief, to know that the emotions he felt will vanish again, like all his memories eventually fade. Can he even hope to remember what this bond felt like? Even now, it is becoming dim.
They might still be watching. Elidibus closes his eyes momentarily and gathers himself to straighten to his full height. Which, as has been mentioned before, is more in keeping now with that long lost time in Amaurot. Though the expression on the Emissary's face turned up to Lahabrea is a far cry from that which Elidibus would have normally shown, then.
"No doubt." If not watching, listening even if it was mostly for the sake of either of them to call Liam back for questions. Elidibus does not let go of Lahabrea's hands. Nor does he try to pull away when the Speaker's hands wrap and try to warm away the cold sweat.
"Can you feel it?" The sensation of the Bond. It is so obvious to him, but the Emissary has no idea how it is for one who has been fated to become this world's Monster. "Our aether is surely as bound as any Prime might experience. Yet, I find I am still wholly myself at the same time." Of course, it is early yet, this experience. "Has our goal met with success?" Does Lahabrea find his mind stable? Certainly, there's a... smoother, cleaner feel to his own aether than before. It seemed easier to reach for, too.
Though it is not physical cold that had caused his chill, within Lahabrea's scaled hands, the Ascian's are becoming warm and dry again. It is... comforting, emotionally, to have this contact. Elidibus is likely unable to process 'comfort'. But it is there nonetheless.
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Date: 2021-01-14 12:56 am (UTC)They might still be watching. Elidibus closes his eyes momentarily and gathers himself to straighten to his full height. Which, as has been mentioned before, is more in keeping now with that long lost time in Amaurot. Though the expression on the Emissary's face turned up to Lahabrea is a far cry from that which Elidibus would have normally shown, then.
"No doubt." If not watching, listening even if it was mostly for the sake of either of them to call Liam back for questions. Elidibus does not let go of Lahabrea's hands. Nor does he try to pull away when the Speaker's hands wrap and try to warm away the cold sweat.
"Can you feel it?" The sensation of the Bond. It is so obvious to him, but the Emissary has no idea how it is for one who has been fated to become this world's Monster. "Our aether is surely as bound as any Prime might experience. Yet, I find I am still wholly myself at the same time." Of course, it is early yet, this experience. "Has our goal met with success?" Does Lahabrea find his mind stable? Certainly, there's a... smoother, cleaner feel to his own aether than before. It seemed easier to reach for, too.
Though it is not physical cold that had caused his chill, within Lahabrea's scaled hands, the Ascian's are becoming warm and dry again. It is... comforting, emotionally, to have this contact. Elidibus is likely unable to process 'comfort'. But it is there nonetheless.