[It's an excuse, more than anything. Olivine has no intention of "solving" Basch, no need to really worry—but it's enough to keep things civil. Mostly civil.
The walk... well, it was uneventful for the first few minutes, at least. At the pained hiss, his attention turns sharply back to Basch. He's quite sure the man wouldn't have let him stay so near or move so slowly if the trouble were so close at hand, so his brows are already furrowed in concern before the taller man confirms his fears.
So, what to do? He doesn't know enough about werewolves, isn't sure what might help, but—things like this are normally caused by some change in essence, right?]
It's alright. [He doesn't know if that's true. The best he can do is make sure they're not somewhere too open as the horrible crisp sound of shifting rises up into the air. Seeing it in reverse is nothing for preparing oneself for this, and he can feel his stomach twist and his heart ache for empathy.
Still, there's a calm there as the priest raises a hand, familiar warmth flowing from his fingertips to sink into Basch's body. Soothing and deepening the well of energy available for the transformation itself, but not attempting to repair. Not yet, when he doesn't know if that will cause more problems.]
Just breathe. I'll take care of you. [His gaze is firmly locked on the former guard, soft when he speaks again.] I haven't forgotten my promise.
[He won't let the other man hurt him. Not like this.]
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Date: 2024-04-28 07:14 pm (UTC)The walk... well, it was uneventful for the first few minutes, at least. At the pained hiss, his attention turns sharply back to Basch. He's quite sure the man wouldn't have let him stay so near or move so slowly if the trouble were so close at hand, so his brows are already furrowed in concern before the taller man confirms his fears.
So, what to do? He doesn't know enough about werewolves, isn't sure what might help, but—things like this are normally caused by some change in essence, right?]
It's alright. [He doesn't know if that's true. The best he can do is make sure they're not somewhere too open as the horrible crisp sound of shifting rises up into the air. Seeing it in reverse is nothing for preparing oneself for this, and he can feel his stomach twist and his heart ache for empathy.
Still, there's a calm there as the priest raises a hand, familiar warmth flowing from his fingertips to sink into Basch's body. Soothing and deepening the well of energy available for the transformation itself, but not attempting to repair. Not yet, when he doesn't know if that will cause more problems.]
Just breathe. I'll take care of you. [His gaze is firmly locked on the former guard, soft when he speaks again.] I haven't forgotten my promise.
[He won't let the other man hurt him. Not like this.]