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Olek

Olek calmly rested, waiting for the truck to start moving. He kept his good eye trained behind him, almost waiting for the smallest hint of someone tailing them. Olek gave another rattling cough, and proceeded to wipe away something from the corner of his mouth with the back of one of his hands. He stayed active when it came to the protection of everyone else, but his body was beaten, and his mind was tired. The amount of blood that he had lost was an ever present danger. Olek still felt chilled to the bones, but was doing great at concealing his current condition. The chill of the air around him only worsened the matter. He balled up his hands and gritted his teeth to refrain from shivering. He refused to show any form of weakness.

Sharp pain filled his head for a moment causing Olek to wince again. After Olek's 'accident,' he tried to keep interactions with the psychics at a minimum. Prolonged exposure to a foreign mind would have unknown consequences. Next time you attempt to grab my attention, please do try to keep your being, or self, out of it. Kyra's voice once again rang in his head. Olek turned his head to Kyra and lifted an eyebrow in her direction. Instead of responding mentally, Olek kept his walls up. He simply nodded once as a sign of acknowledgement. With that, his exchange with the woman was at an end for the moment. He found the nature of request slightly perplexing. He had dealings with two other telepaths before Kyra. The more familiar of the two didn't usually have issues with Olek's methods; however, The second one could've knocked a few of Olek's screws loose during his last encounter, so that was another possibility. He calmly came to the conclusion that Kyra's communication with him would have to be one way. He was unable to fix the issue on his end.

Olek remained still for what seemed like ages to himself. His mind drifted, sifting through memories to keep himself occupied as he looked at the nearby rooftops for figures. His eye eventually lingered on Ara as she slept. He blinked a few times before looking away quickly. Olek rubbed his remaining eye, shivering ever so slightly. His gaunt expression gave nothing away; his eye took in his surroundings whilst trying to ignore the black spots dancing around his vision. Lots of buildings, Olek's blind spot hindered his ability to take in everything without occasionally rotating his head. It wasn't exactly practical, but he did it anyways. Olek rubbed his eyepatch, readjusting it in the process. His ride on the back of Kyra's tiger form had jostled it out of position ever so slightly.

His eyelid grew heavy as moments began to spin onward. Olek rubbed his good eye, and pressed down on his own chest. The pressure caused dull pain signals to fire towards his brain. Olek embraced the momentary pain to keep himself awake. Afterwards, Olek calmly hooked one of his fingers in the collar of his vest. He glanced down, checking up on Aileen's bandaging. Swaths of blood soaked the bandages ever so slightly. The bleeding was still gone for the most part. Olek breathed a sigh of relief, and resigned to himself for the moment as he gazed up at the night sky, his expression concealing anything that might give away his thoughts and concerns.