He was developing a habit of bearing injured persons to the Healer's Guild, it seemed. His wings spilled from his back, tendrils of light which patterned shadows on the floor and illuminated just a little more than he really wanted to see.
It was so dark here that light was like a beacon, and no trouble at all to reach for; and it was obvious when they'd left, one heartbeat standing in that oppressive darkness and the next, in the Healer's Guild and the courtyard which was fast becoming his destination spot.
"Alright." Kratos started moving toward the door hardly before he let his wings fade. He'd taken pains not to show them to Sherlock, and then shown them to Devin outright; it seemed foolish to be concerned, now.
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It was so dark here that light was like a beacon, and no trouble at all to reach for; and it was obvious when they'd left, one heartbeat standing in that oppressive darkness and the next, in the Healer's Guild and the courtyard which was fast becoming his destination spot.
"Alright." Kratos started moving toward the door hardly before he let his wings fade. He'd taken pains not to show them to Sherlock, and then shown them to Devin outright; it seemed foolish to be concerned, now.