[ The wound hurts, seeping blood, the rush of saltwater against it, but Silco ignores it. Does he know that it is some sort of mana transfer? No, not really, but Silco would hardly know what it means, or that he could provide it this way. He doesn't reach down to block his leg either, but there's the slightest of winces at his eye, the moment the salt water rushes against the wound.
He wonders if it would infect, or get worse. Would it not be like the other time this happened? Silco's pitch eye turned to look at him, and then downward at his leg. A tumble?
His lips twitched, before he moved forward to help him.
Hey, for all of Silco's flaws, he knew better than to deny help to someone like Tezcatlipoca, who was not only a god who could probably slay him outright, but was invested in him.
Maybe this was what an acolyte does? He doesn't know. ] That bad?
[ He reached out with a thin, reedy arm, to wrap around his back, and yes, actually be a crutch.
He's thin enough that he could probably be wheeled around as needed, actually. ]
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He wonders if it would infect, or get worse. Would it not be like the other time this happened? Silco's pitch eye turned to look at him, and then downward at his leg. A tumble?
His lips twitched, before he moved forward to help him.
Hey, for all of Silco's flaws, he knew better than to deny help to someone like Tezcatlipoca, who was not only a god who could probably slay him outright, but was invested in him.
Maybe this was what an acolyte does? He doesn't know. ] That bad?
[ He reached out with a thin, reedy arm, to wrap around his back, and yes, actually be a crutch.
He's thin enough that he could probably be wheeled around as needed, actually. ]