Blood on the leaves

[myironeyes]

[He knocks more as an announcement than anything, and lets himself in. Smiles a little, wearily, despite the things he's been thinking about, the things he needs to say. It's good to see C'Rizz surrounded - literally, in the blanket pile - with presents, with how much he is loved.]

A good Christmas, so far?

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[myironeyes]

Shhh. Rest, then.

[Quiet, gravelly, as gentle as he can manage. The sort of shushing he would have used on Kelsier when he was small, that doesn't actually ask for quiet, that is only meant to be soothing.]

We all get hurt, sometimes. They love you very much too, you know.

[They'd want to see you.]

[to_dust]

I'm afraid. Of what I can be made into and what I am.

[He moves toward Marsh, takes his hand again, crying not particularly gracefully now. Eutermesan throats stop up and choke just like human ones when they cry, and he's rasping miserably.]

[myironeyes]

It's okay. It's okay to be afraid.

[He tugs C'Rizz in a little he takes Marsh's hand, not entirely sure of himself, but if C'Rizz leans into him, the knobbled blunt spike-ends beneath his cloak notwithstanding, he'll wrap the other arm gingerly around him.]

You can't let it stop you forever. But it's. Terrifying, facing yourself like that. It's okay.