[He winces despite himself, clutching the railing of his bed—but at least it's not a moment later that it's a soft, cool feeling, and his fingers stop clenching slowly. The soft blue light reminds him of home, of all the NEXTs that are there, and it makes his heart heavier.
But when she's done, he at least feels better. Less pain, too.]
Thanks...
[It's genuine, but a little hesitant.]
What kind of power was that? I've seen Nala work before, but...
[Action, evening]
But when she's done, he at least feels better. Less pain, too.]
Thanks...
[It's genuine, but a little hesitant.]
What kind of power was that? I've seen Nala work before, but...