It's one thing for his magic to simply reject the connection; it's another thing entirely for the sali to be in pain over it. It's a little worrying, in the same way the sun is slightly warm, and for a few moments he doesn't move, looking at the sali, searching their face, their voice for an answer he knows he's not going to get but still can't help trying. What had happened?
The moments pass, and nothing is better - nothing is answered or solved - but that's going to have to be good enough. Much as he hates it, that's just how this mission has been so far. He moves towards the door, then pauses and looks at the sali again. There is something he can ask. "Will you be alright?"
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It's one thing for his magic to simply reject the connection; it's another thing entirely for the sali to be in pain over it. It's a little worrying, in the same way the sun is slightly warm, and for a few moments he doesn't move, looking at the sali, searching their face, their voice for an answer he knows he's not going to get but still can't help trying. What had happened?
The moments pass, and nothing is better - nothing is answered or solved - but that's going to have to be good enough. Much as he hates it, that's just how this mission has been so far. He moves towards the door, then pauses and looks at the sali again. There is something he can ask. "Will you be alright?"
He's a healer. He has to.