{Emotions are confusing at best; pure chaos at worst. Thranduil hears the frailty and he moves to Xingchen's side, pressing the back of his fingers against his cheek. He senses no poison, no fever, but this Man does ail. His heart has grown weak - too wounded to carry on - and Thranduil is uncertain how to heal him.}
What can I do for you? {He could promise to never cast Xingchen aside - he has no desire to do so - however actions speak much louder than words in that case. Besides, he has no control over how long he stays.}
how dare you. >8(
What can I do for you? {He could promise to never cast Xingchen aside - he has no desire to do so - however actions speak much louder than words in that case. Besides, he has no control over how long he stays.}