[It's a croak of a response, seeing that look in Tsuru's eyes, feeling his gut twist, breaking his glance before he dares to see that knowing gaze turn into pity. But Tsuru pushes forward, arms outreached, and what little frustration he has starts to crumble, stumbling backwards under unsteady feet.
His weapon skids far out of reach but he makes no move to grab it, his palm meeting water against the ground as he tries to back up and it burns like fire--]
No-- N-no, stop, stop, don't touch me--!
[Tsuru is overtop him, and all the redhead can do is draw his limbs close with his forehead nearly against his knees, arms wrapped against his head and shuddering for breath as though he's in physical pain. It burns and burns and he's back on the cliffside and back in the river and he can't see and can't breathe and spirits above he's going to die--
There's nothing wrong with him. He's sopping wet and covered with the wounds that came with battle. But even under the shadow of Tsurumaru's arms, covering up enough of the downpour to offer momentary relief, Lutha still chokes out a panicked wretch of a sob from beneath his arms.]
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[It's a croak of a response, seeing that look in Tsuru's eyes, feeling his gut twist, breaking his glance before he dares to see that knowing gaze turn into pity. But Tsuru pushes forward, arms outreached, and what little frustration he has starts to crumble, stumbling backwards under unsteady feet.
His weapon skids far out of reach but he makes no move to grab it, his palm meeting water against the ground as he tries to back up and it burns like fire--]
No-- N-no, stop, stop, don't touch me--!
[Tsuru is overtop him, and all the redhead can do is draw his limbs close with his forehead nearly against his knees, arms wrapped against his head and shuddering for breath as though he's in physical pain. It burns and burns and he's back on the cliffside and back in the river and he can't see and can't breathe and spirits above he's going to die--
There's nothing wrong with him. He's sopping wet and covered with the wounds that came with battle. But even under the shadow of Tsurumaru's arms, covering up enough of the downpour to offer momentary relief, Lutha still chokes out a panicked wretch of a sob from beneath his arms.]