04-21-2024, 07:56 PM
Oriena's grip on Jensen's arm was tight, her question hissing with implied threat. Fully taken aback, Jensen responded with a confused, "Beg your pardon, ma'am?" His genuine bafflement at her hostility was obvious.
Before the situation could escalate further, Nox, despite his grave condition, exerted a surprising amount of strength as he climbed out of his hospital bed to stand protectively between them. It was a clear demonstration of the complex dynamics at play, a friend-enemy relationship that Jensen instinctively knew he wanted no part in complicating further.
The room's tense atmosphere was placed on hold when Sage’s voice emanated from the phone, cutting through the silence with a sense of urgency. Sage outlined the severe circumstances that led to Nox’s current state, including the shocking revelation of his arm amputation and a mysterious something wrong with his brain? Jensen listened, his heart sinking with each word, horrified by the pain and suffering Nox had endured.
As Sage’s instructions became more technical, Jensen felt out of his depth but resolute. “I’ll do anything to help you, Nox,” he assured the injured man, his voice firm with commitment. “If I don’t know how, I’ll try. Just tell me what you need.”
With the conversation with Sage concluded and the room falling into a heavy silence, Jensen gestured that he could sit down. “Are you ready?” he asked gently, his demeanor calm and supportive. “Just make yourself comfortable”, he said, offering his hand.
His focus dimmed upon the Gift and concentrating, he allowed its power to build. He focused on channeling this energy through his touch as the flows descended.
Before the situation could escalate further, Nox, despite his grave condition, exerted a surprising amount of strength as he climbed out of his hospital bed to stand protectively between them. It was a clear demonstration of the complex dynamics at play, a friend-enemy relationship that Jensen instinctively knew he wanted no part in complicating further.
The room's tense atmosphere was placed on hold when Sage’s voice emanated from the phone, cutting through the silence with a sense of urgency. Sage outlined the severe circumstances that led to Nox’s current state, including the shocking revelation of his arm amputation and a mysterious something wrong with his brain? Jensen listened, his heart sinking with each word, horrified by the pain and suffering Nox had endured.
As Sage’s instructions became more technical, Jensen felt out of his depth but resolute. “I’ll do anything to help you, Nox,” he assured the injured man, his voice firm with commitment. “If I don’t know how, I’ll try. Just tell me what you need.”
With the conversation with Sage concluded and the room falling into a heavy silence, Jensen gestured that he could sit down. “Are you ready?” he asked gently, his demeanor calm and supportive. “Just make yourself comfortable”, he said, offering his hand.
His focus dimmed upon the Gift and concentrating, he allowed its power to build. He focused on channeling this energy through his touch as the flows descended.