Thread: ~Clash~

The sight of her hand reaching down to touch him, and then the sensation of her fingers running across his hair, over his skin, had a strangely tranquilizing effect on the boy. His breathing began to slow and his muscles relaxed, the jumble of panic receding back behind a curtain of concentration. It was a wonderful feeling, and he found it to be the most meditative focus he had ever imagined. As she helped him to stand, and slowly ascend the stairs, their proximity allowed him ample opportunity to drink in the feeling of closeness. Warmth flowed through his skin where they touched, and a distant memory of lying upon the ground, letting the warm rain of his childhood homeland numb his body, came to mind. It was a blissful feeling, and one which now gave him the strength to finish the final stretch of their journey. He was smiling by the time they reached the top of the stairs, silently soaking in the memory so as to call upon it in the future. A part of him still did not quite understand just how fully his life had changed in his short time with Mereio, but that ignorance fell away as the door swung open, revealing a sight that nearly made his eyes water to behold. There was so much to see! Even after leaving his cell, having vision restored to him, the scenery had been largely unchanging, stone and dull brick, wondrous things for certain, but easily patterned and comprehended. The plethora of detail contained within this one room however, was enough to make him feel faint all over again. It was a joyous feeling though, and as he was guided to the bed, he discovered another, even greater miracle. The bed was so soft he thought at first he might sink into it, yet once he was certain such was not the case, he fell upon his back, moving to the center and stretching out his limbs in all directions, eyes closing and a smile stretching wide across his face as he marveled at the wondrous bed, something he had not even known he should have missed. For a few long moments, he did nothing but lay there, very still, and it may even have looked like he had fallen asleep, but soon his golden eyes shot open, brilliant and full of renewed curiosity. Sitting up, he crossed his legs comfortably beneath himself, and turned to face Mireio. He loved her face, watching it was like watching the clouds, full of beautiful, constantly swirling expressions that captivated his attention full. Noticing the black smudge on her nose, and smiling appreciatively at her concern, he reached up both hands and placed them upon her cheeks, holding her face gently as he moved closer, studying her face, her eyes, and the soot upon her nose. I am well Ka'lee. he assured her in his simple speech, still holding her face as he drew his own closer. Moving slowly, he moved two soft and gentle fingers to wipe at the black smudge, speaking quietly as he cleaned the spot. What was sleeping now wakes, and moves about the world once more. It was all he had really, having spent the last decade repeating all the phrases he could remember back to himself. Satisfied with his cleaning, he released her face and upright, looking to her expectantly, hoping to make up for his previous slippage upon the stairs. His hands were cupped peacefully in his lap, his hair pooling around him in a black circle, and while his body cried out for rest, his mind was awake and active, relishing the wealth of new sensation. What now Ka'lee?