[The muttered comment has Regis sending a look of agreement Jetshard's way. Though he doesn't say it, the words 'especially this solider' are equally clear in the look.
He only has a moment to realize his gut instinct regarding Lazarus' 'leadership' had been correct--how had he managed to flag Luche's actions as suspicious when he'd missed the danger so much closer to him?--and then his attention is yanked fully back to Nyx as he feels the Glaive drifting away into the past beneath his hand.]
Nyx, breathe. [Regis' voice is impossibly soft and gentle, just like it had been when they'd met again in the snowy wastes. Just like it had been all those years ago when he'd been a much younger man and Nyx a shattered youth. He releases Nyx's shoulder only to settle his hand--warmed slightly with a bit of magic--against the Glaive's forehead, stroking slowly back over matted and sweaty hair.]
Stay with me. I need you here, not there. You can do nothing to change the past. Let those horrors rest where they fell.
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He only has a moment to realize his gut instinct regarding Lazarus' 'leadership' had been correct--how had he managed to flag Luche's actions as suspicious when he'd missed the danger so much closer to him?--and then his attention is yanked fully back to Nyx as he feels the Glaive drifting away into the past beneath his hand.]
Nyx, breathe.
[Regis' voice is impossibly soft and gentle, just like it had been when they'd met again in the snowy wastes. Just like it had been all those years ago when he'd been a much younger man and Nyx a shattered youth. He releases Nyx's shoulder only to settle his hand--warmed slightly with a bit of magic--against the Glaive's forehead, stroking slowly back over matted and sweaty hair.]
Stay with me. I need you here, not there. You can do nothing to change the past. Let those horrors rest where they fell.