Azier's hand stayed clasped onto Yrsulas' wrist for as long as he could. She misunderstood - he hadn't tried to apologize to her, he had tried to tell her what had happened last night. It didn't do any good, though. She was as stubborn as he was when it came to their stance on things, and she peeled his fingers off easily so she could leave.
'Ah, damn it!' He lamented inwardly.
In the amount of agony he was in, he would have picked that old box to be in over his current status any day. His throat was swollen and stuck to itself, which made it impossible to swallow, speak, or even breathe well.
Gods, he wished he could die right now. Who knew what made Silver so deadly? He did, now! It was one thing to see the aftermath of someone being slayed by the shiny material, but it was another to actually experience it in a prolonged manner.
