Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170714231840

Elijah frowned, hesitantly sitting beside Rafael on the concrete.

Used to continually comforting his sisters, he had some familiarity with the matter at hand. But having died in an ultra-dimensional hell fighting monsters that look like rip offs of a Chinese dungeons and dragons rip off while still coping with the fact that you may never see or hear from any of your loved ones ever again with half of the group you were depending on wounded by three headed dogs was another matter altogether.

He calmly rested a hand on the Latino's shoulder, rebutting his shameful gaze with a stoic and stern one.

"Rafael. Calm down and think. The sooner we get to the next village, the better. All of our injuries have been easily taken care of."

He tilted his head, examining the boys face as if he was something in a petri dish. He knew that expression well from his youngest sister, who in bouts to pre-teen delusion would think that her relationships with school boys would last forever. He felt the corners of his lips twitch into a smile.

"...You're worried about him. Aren't you?"