[Oh. He is definitely tired. If she has any ability to sense through touch she might pick up how weak he really is, how much he's quietly suffering. It's doubtful that he could walk unaided, let alone defend against Deathwing if he came back for Krasus. But through it all, he's sitting up straight with his back against the tree, as if relaxing on a spring day instead of recovering from a slow and torturous fight.
Something in his dark eyes softens. Usually they're sharp and unreadable, but there's an ancient wisdom and weariness beyond that of most elves to be found for anyone who looks within. This, too, is trust. He has not forgotten the first time they met.
He retreats and rests his head against the tree once more.]
Do not worry yourself... There is nothing that can be done for me.
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Something in his dark eyes softens. Usually they're sharp and unreadable, but there's an ancient wisdom and weariness beyond that of most elves to be found for anyone who looks within. This, too, is trust. He has not forgotten the first time they met.
He retreats and rests his head against the tree once more.]
Do not worry yourself... There is nothing that can be done for me.