[ The last thing he needs right now is for Arden to take advantage of this moment and it's a concern of his when he sees the familiar purple-black mist appear.
However, he's unable to focus on it for long as more shards of ice are coughed up onto the stairs while fingers clutch at the front of his chest, silent thoughts of wanting this to just stop being repeated over and over again in his head.
It's the gentle tap to his shoulder that finally pulls him from those thoughts and as the Cure spell softly begins to wash over him here on the stairs, he glances up through his blindfold and stares to Arden with a look of surprise and confusion... and perhaps a touch of annoyance.
It's warm and it's soft and it's only after coughing up a few more shards of ice that he feels he can finally breathe again and, slowly, he allows himself to. Steady breaths, nice and slow, fingers still clutching at his chest. ]
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However, he's unable to focus on it for long as more shards of ice are coughed up onto the stairs while fingers clutch at the front of his chest, silent thoughts of wanting this to just stop being repeated over and over again in his head.
It's the gentle tap to his shoulder that finally pulls him from those thoughts and as the Cure spell softly begins to wash over him here on the stairs, he glances up through his blindfold and stares to Arden with a look of surprise and confusion... and perhaps a touch of annoyance.
It's warm and it's soft and it's only after coughing up a few more shards of ice that he feels he can finally breathe again and, slowly, he allows himself to. Steady breaths, nice and slow, fingers still clutching at his chest. ]