[Gair]

Some hours after the raid on Occidens, people being in various states of rest and a captive engineer is held hostage in the brig of the Kurokaze. What could be mistaken for a bout of seasickness.. on a moored ship, would be Gair dangling over the railing of the aftcastle of the large vessel. Slipping in and out of consciousness for the better part of a half hour, waking up to heave violently. A black spittle disappearing into the ocean of the dark midmorning, his breathing is heavily labored for a pregnant moment as he seems to slowly drift into slumber. His breaths are far more measured in this seemingly restive state, though it is short lived.

All at once, as if he were a madman fighting sleep paralysis. His eyes shoot open, abject horror on his features as he falls back on deck. In a half armored state he looks over the injuries sustained in a rush, the pain and effort of the night hitting him like a truck. “Shit, shit!” He writhes and rolls on the deck before he struggles to his feet and hurries off for the middle deck. “Miyuki!” He yells to the halls, trying the doors on the smaller guest cabins until he finds her room. “Miyuki, are you here?!”

[Miyuki]

Having excused herself as soon as everyone's wounds had been tended to, Miyuki had been ensconced in the guest cabin that she'd claimed as her own, swaddled in both the comforting darkness and the warm blankets of the bed. She had been trying to get some sleep ever since, but the echoes of the not-so-distant battle kept her mind awake and racing. She jumped at every sound, from the creaking of settling wood to the distant bangs of doors opening and closing.

Just as Miyuki is succumbing to sleep, she is jolted awake by the heavy footfalls and yelling that heralds Gair's approach. As the door to her room bangs open, she springs bolt upright and points the cane that she had been clutching against her since she retired with both hands towards the door, eyes blown wide and inhaling in ragged gasps.

[Gair]

Before Gair could recognize the startled state he left her in by his sudden and very loud appearance, the mere sight brought him immediate relief. “Thank the Warden…” He exhales a sigh that appears to draw out all of his worries.. for new ones to come washing in. With mild confusion does he eye the cane pointed for him, a dark figure illuminated by the light of the hall.

“H-hey, Miyuki, it's me.” His hands are raised, immediately showing submission to the magical weapon brandished his way. A couple steps in and his fatigue grips him, thudding onto one knee. “It's Gair, are you okay? I can.. leave.”

[Miyuki]

Miyuki squints, eyes adjusting to the silhouetted form cast by the light emanating into the dark room from the hallway. It takes a few seconds for her frazzled mind to catch up to what her eyes are seeing - her arms jerk as if they were about to lower, but then they lock up again, her cane still pointed at Gair's hunched over form. Concern and fear war briefly with each other, but the latter wins and thus Miyuki remains immobile on the bed. “Oh, it's…you. You're here?” Her voice is high and thin, held together by a razor's edge.

[Gair]

Gair inches slowly across the room on his knees, eyeing the cane warily. His hand is outstretched in clear suggestion she relinquish it. “Aye.. the oaf, I'm here.” Still coming off of the effects of his own prior tribulation, he emits a wet cough. His left clutching his chest for that moment before it drops to his side. “I was fearful for your condition.. we didn't safeguard you as well as we had wished.” On his knees he still inched slowly toward Miyuki, steel scraping on wood with his advance.

[Miyuki]

At the harsh sound of steel scraping on wood, Miyuki jerks back violently on the bed. Her arms tremble visibly, hands gripped around the cane so tight her knuckles are blanched white. “Oh no no, everybody did their best! I wasn't careful enough, and I wasn't able to tend to everyone's wounds, and then I - ” she cuts off on a choked inhale, breathing rapid and shallow.

[Gair]

Upon noticing Miyuki's trembling, Gair's gaze flitted from her arms, to the white knuckles that clutched her weapon for dear life. “You did what you needed to and we all came back..” His hand now turns over, cupped to the ceiling in request. Not really able to stand in this moment, he was on his knees at the side of the bed. “Now put your weapon down, 'fore you hurt someone.”

[Miyuki]

With a start, Miyuki drops the cane as if it had turned into glowing hot iron. She stares down at her hands, horror writ all over her face before she presses them against the sides of her head where her horns begin. Bright blue eyes stare unseeingly at the wall across the bed. “I've already hurt people, and I did so much worse than that, I actually - ” she chokes up again, as if physically incapable of uttering that particular word.

[Gair]

The highlander's brutal honesty doesn't shy away from the topic, finishing her sentence. “Killed a man.” Gair's tone was as severe as one might expect from the topic, his hand scooping the cane up and using it's length to shove the cabin door shut before he lets it lay on the floor. He finds his strength enough to come to his feet and settle on the edge of the bed and fish a fire shard out of his pocket, pressing it to the wick of a bedside candle to offer some dim illumination to the room. “Someone with hopes, dreams and a family… but it was necessary, had you not acted. You, I or anyone in our charge could have perished.” His gaze rests on the horrified Raen, a hand reaching out to offer an affirming grasp on her shoulder.

[Miyuki]

Miyuki buries her head into her drawn-up knees. Her voice comes out muffled and wet. “I know that! Logically I know that if I hadn't done something, I would be the one dead, but - !” she trails off. “…I didn't mean to.” A pause. “I didn't mean to.” she repeats, barely audible and garbled through the haze of tears.

[Gair]

All too used to the woes of people dealing with the *aftermath* of violence, Gair's hand moves to Miyuki's back now. Rubbing between her shoulder blades before he closes the distance and draws an arm fully around her, squeezing her against his form. His own countenance knit with concern for the horrified woman, offering what little comfort he can by the way of his presence. “I know you didn't.” After a pause, he murmurs. “You're a kind soul.”

[Miyuki]

Miyuki turns her head to bury her face into Gair's chest, a hand coming up to clench a fistful of his shirt. The room is silent except for the sound of Miyuki's stifled sobs.

[Gair]

Evidently not ready for that, Gair straightens up as Miyuki begins to sob against his shirt. His other arm coming around her firmly to embrace her in full now, his hand running up and down her back in an attempt to provide some measure of comfort. “It's my fault.” He hastens to reassure her. “You're a good, kind woman.”

[Miyuki]

Miyuki immediately shakes her head vehemently, now with both hands gripping onto Gair's shirt like a lifeline. She doesn't elaborate however, clearly unwilling to at this point in time.

[Gair]

Gair exhales a long breath, realizing by now there isn't some magic word he can say to make any of the situation better. “I'm here for you.” Is all he really has to say now, a heavy hand patting Miyuki on the back. After a minute or so, he attempts to worm from Miyuki's grasp and move to the edge of the bed.

[Miyuki]

Demonstrating remarkable strength, Miyuki's fingers tighten around the wrinkled material of Gair's shirt, preventing him from sliding away.

[Gair]

Gair was in no real shape to fight back and leaned back in to Miyuki for another affirming squeeze. Perhaps overly accustomed to comforting Miqo'te's, his fingers run along the top of her head and brush her hair behind her horns. He was practically scritching this lizard now.

[Miyuki]

~~Miyuki approves of the scritches.~~ Sensing that Gair has no more intentions of moving away, Miyuki relaxes her grip slightly but makes no indication that she plans to detach herself from him anytime soon.

[Gair]

Gair's efforts would slow in time as the physical, spiritual and emotional fatigue would begin to settle in. His head lolls forward and rests against hers, nuzzling in to get comfortable as his consciousness begins to fade.

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