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[personal profile] fivemilesdeep 2021-09-16 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
It's...it's okay. There's reassurance from the statue, which is about as much reassurance he's going to get for the current situation, and...honestly, he believes it. He wants to believe the statue, and the part of him that had been starved for love for so long will always have trouble doubting that much sincerity and compassion.

And gods, he is tired.

"Okay," he says quietly. "Thank you." For helping Potato. For caring at all, let alone so much. He still doesn't know who or what the statue is, but he is grateful.

He sets his pack down, removes his blanket, wraps it around himself, and settles down into the long, soft grass with his pack under his head like a pillow. Within seconds, he is sound asleep.
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[personal profile] voidtreckernpcs 2021-09-16 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Ryo and Potato will not have to worry, for as long as they rest. The air of the islands is naturally cold, but they will not suffer it, the pampas-esque grass an extra barrier to the warmth that Hemla continues to exude, making sure the cold never reaches their rest.

And as for them, they will work. On some temporary means of protecting Potato, but also the others from lands unknown. Lands not close to theirs. Seeing them even in the dead of night as clear as day: seeing them by the energies that course through them, the threads that are so different to the people of the islands.

But also seeing a connection in them, a similarity, another energy separated from their own that outlines their beings. Disconnected - and yet not - from their own energies.

They work, with a tired enthusiasm that led them to become a Forever One in the first place. For a land they love with all their heart, and a people. Any people.

It instils in Hemla's gift of warmth the sense of security that drives them all night.