Smothered in green liquids, and propped up for dignity - Dagon Varkys stared forward and waited for his entire body to essentially reset all over again. His eyes readjusted to the dim, green light - and he listened to the faint 'shlick' of a sword being sharpened...or.. something.
His eyes leaked tears that wished to wipe away, but his muscles had not fully reconnected yet; so instead he merely endured the annoyance of weepy eyes that stung his cheeks.
It wasn't much longer until he was finally able to perceive what was there in the darkness...it was the woman he so desperately wished to steal from his brother. The woman he loved more than he had expected, or planned to.
Too embarrassed to say anything yet, he prepared for Zephyra to be disgusted at this point. However, she merely sat across from him in silence as she cleaned her blade between swipes of her whetstone.
