[The spell binding his forelimbs dissolves and Myr's heart skips a beat in his chest.
He scrambles to right himself, horror writ in the tension of his body where it can't show on his malformed muzzle. Spider-like awkward fingers reach for Linden's face, fumbling about as if Myr'd peel back an eyelid to check a pupil's dilation. But he doesn't, he can't, because these stupid fucking useless misbegotten hands would only cause more harm than good and what little vision he has left is fracturing around the edges. What an image to carry back with him into the dark, Linden lying in a concussion's slack repose, or worse--
More urgently, Myr drags his hand down to Linden's throat, frantic for a pulse; rests the other palm on Linden's chest to feel it rise and fall. Still alive, thank you, O Creating Glory, o Lady of Justice, but who knew how much would remain of that diamond-like mind when Linden woke up.
The enormity of what he's done catches in Myr's throat and he keens, an instant's horrible grief wrung out like a sob and gone again as quickly.
(He will remember that faint crunch in his nightmares.)]
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He scrambles to right himself, horror writ in the tension of his body where it can't show on his malformed muzzle. Spider-like awkward fingers reach for Linden's face, fumbling about as if Myr'd peel back an eyelid to check a pupil's dilation. But he doesn't, he can't, because these stupid fucking useless misbegotten hands would only cause more harm than good and what little vision he has left is fracturing around the edges. What an image to carry back with him into the dark, Linden lying in a concussion's slack repose, or worse--
More urgently, Myr drags his hand down to Linden's throat, frantic for a pulse; rests the other palm on Linden's chest to feel it rise and fall. Still alive, thank you, O Creating Glory, o Lady of Justice, but who knew how much would remain of that diamond-like mind when Linden woke up.
The enormity of what he's done catches in Myr's throat and he keens, an instant's horrible grief wrung out like a sob and gone again as quickly.
(He will remember that faint crunch in his nightmares.)]