-Celesta SunStar
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Kayura rocked slowly, a hurt boy being quietly miserable in her arms. She felt another flash of rage and quickly suppressed it. Sage deserved her full attention no matter how much she wanted to beat some sense into that idiot Ronin. Sage was extremely sensitive to and dependant on the link between the armors that when his friend had turned on him in rage as well as cutting Sage off of his armor link; the shock had nearly felled him, and the attack almost finished him off. If it hadn't been for the extra practice they had been putting in, Kayura doubted Sage could have held on long enough for...
She looked up as Seckmet slipped silently into the room carrying a steaming cup. He set it down with a quiet clink on the bedside table. As he settled onto the bed Kayura smiled sadly and eased the young swordsman over into Seckmet's arms. She dropped a kiss on Sage's forehead and moved towards the door.
She looked back to see Seckmet quietly urging Sage to drink whatever he had brought in. Sage looked so painfully young and vulnerable....
She closed her eyes and leaned against the closed door, her heart giving an odd clench. She wished she could do more, but it was not her place.
If Anubis' armor had stayed with her instead of disappearing once Talpa' threat was over...
But it hadn't and her boys had things well in hand.
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Sage seemed to have calmed down a bit. Whether it had been the tea Seckmet had brought or simply his presence as an armor bearer, Seckmet did not know. Sage now lay curled in his arms, with one of his hands fisted in Seckmet's robe.
It tightened when Seckmet shifted positions a bit.
"Stay," came a murmured plea.
"Of course, I'm not going anywhere, Sage."
The blond head nodded against Seckmet's breastbone. "It hurt," came quietly out into the warm silence after a minute.
"I know." Sage sighed and relaxed against him as Seckmet started carding though the boy's tangled locks of liquid sunlight.
The former Warlord looked up as Dais and Cale entered the room and joined them on the bed, touching his back and his shoulder lightly so the boy would feel their presence more clearly. "It's done?" Seckmet inquired.
"Yes, hopefully he'll remember this the next time he decides to jump without considering the repercussions first." Cale said as hi eyes rested on Sage causing them to darken in concern.
"I doubt it, but miracles have been known to happen." As Dais spoke a touch of humor lit his voice.
Sage finally slept as his former enemies surrounded him in a cocoon of warmth and comfort.
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