[CinƔed Rubina la Fabre]
As he came to, a sigh of relief slipped from her, although she knew the reason heād gone unconscious in the first place, something which she couldnāt help at allā¦the fact that he was waking up made her feel at least a bit better, mentally and emotionally anyway. Physically she remained in some levels of paināthe discomfort from her injures, known and unknown went through her with the slightest movement she made, and the shallowest of breaths too. His eyes opened, and he turned his gaze upon her for a moment, though he was undoubtedly disoriented. As sheād been upon her waking too. To him she offered a weak smile, something hard to manage given the fact that a part of her just wanted to let out a groan and tumble backward, to lay there until she felt better.
After a moment of silence, the boy opened his mouth, as if he were going to speak before he shut it again, and brushed her hand away from his forehead; how could she have forgotten to remove that upon his wakingā¦? The Undine sat upward, seeming to move his hands to cover what sheād taken the liberty of beforehand with her cape. CinĆ”ed moved back a bit, giving him some breathing room as he let out a sigh, of what she assumed was relief. I suppose heās glad I was able to cover him up.... she reasoned, her gaze was kept upon him as he turned to look at her again, before his own eyes turned to the watery-creature that remained at his beckon.
He spoke to it, voiced hushed, a whisper onlyāthe tone of his voice sounded near-demanding to her. She couldnāt make out what heād said, or asked, of the strange fish. So, she was left only to stare at him, eyes going between the Undine and the fish. His gaze went back to her again, then again to the fish.... CinĆ”ed didnāt know what to make of this, of him, at the moment. For certain now, all she knew was what she could figure. Sheād almost drowned after her being defeated, then her life was saved by this Undine who she woke up to find writhing about in pain as he underwent his given transformation. Her face was still a shade of red, this she was sure of because it felt hot compared to the rest of drenched and sodden body. Heās seems a bit odd, at least, compared to the few Undine Iāve dealt with in my lifetime. But, Iām sure that I owe him my life. Iād have drowned if he hadnāt of saved me
"Lear. I'n Naisunanir. Whed heffalan?" he spoke again, loud enough for her to hear this timeābut clearly not understand. The language in which the Undine spoke, it was different, a tongue completely foreign to her ears. Hearing it caused CinĆ”ed to tilt her head to the side, an obviously perplexed expression crossing over her features. Yep...she was lost with what heād said to the fish. Frena, please donāt let that be the only language he speaksābecause Iāll be unable to communicate with him if thatās so.
āWhat happened?ā he suddenly asked her, which startled her back into reality. Her crystal-colored eyes widened a bit and she looked upon him a bit blankly, startled by the fact that heād gone from speaking one language to another. The question itself was easy enough to answer, but with her state and the suddenness of its asking...she couldnāt help but be a bit lost.
Before she could say anything though, he was looking away again, toward the nearby cliffsāthe ones she seemed to have been thrown from before. The rogue! her mind jumped backward, remembering the encounter sheād had before. She was supposed to be going after the rogues...but that was what netted her, her current state to begin with now. Regardless though, sheād imposed the task of ending them before they could disrupt anyone elseās lives like they had with hers and her Clanās. Heās gotten away by now...and even if I could track him down, trying to take him on again like this would get me killed. I at least need to try to heal. she sighed, shutting her eyes. CinĆ”ed did her best to make her body relax a bit as best she could.... Before she could go and even consider combat or tracking again, she needed to recover, and also pay her dues to this strange Undine for having saved her sorry ass.
About half a minute passed by, only the lapping of the waves upon the seashore filled the silence until it was she heard the Undine begin trying to ascend to his feet. Blinking a couple of times, pushing the pain she felt back again as she turned her head up to look at himānoting that he tied her cape into a very fashionable looking skirt. He was looking outward, toward an incline that lead to a small patch of forest. The fact that the boy began to wobble a bit where he stood did not go past her either, she noticed the fact that he seemed a bit weak in the legs for a moment before he steeled himself against it. New to land, perhaps? Obviously, a newly landbound Undine would have a bit of trouble finding their balance when fresh from water....
He looked back down to her, āYouāre okay.ā he simply said. Not asking, just stating a fact, an observation.
Define āokay.ā CinĆ”ed thought to herself, staring up at him.
With no more being said by him, he held out his hand to her. Before he again nodded, and promptly looked down at her, right into her eyes. His other hand went to his bare chest, and he spoke, āNicodemus.ā He then gestured to her.
Nicodemus...? Was that his name? So, did he now want hers as well?
Even with the pain she felt in her bruised throat from speaking at the moment, she knew well enough itād be rude to not oblige when he did manage to save her from a premature, watery grave. Giving to him a simple nod, to show she understood what he meant. Breathing out, the Salamander readied herself for the discomfort she would feel for doing this, āIām CinĆ”ed Rubina la Fabre...and yes, Iām āokayā for the most part, sans the injuries....ā
More than a few times, her voice wavered and cracked as she spoke, eyes glassing over a bit with the obvious pain she felt. āY-You saved my life...didnāt you?ā she asked, ā....thank you for that,ā Her crystal-eyes turned down, looking upon the hand still extended out to her. It would hurt to move, and to stand, but she couldnāt remain where she sat. After a moment of looking at his hand, CinĆ”ed tentatively extended her arm outward, setting her gloved hand into his, gripping onto it lightly as a surge of pain traveled up her arm.
āAre you all right...? I know that the change an Undine undergoes is extremely painful, unlike what I would go through as a Salamander....ā she spoke again, still concerned for his wellbeing.