"May the spa-spawn bless me..". ."Forget the spawns prayers. I'm helping you.."
But without the Spawns blessing, what would Amarah do to you!? The spawn wouldn't want this! That's all Two Time could think.. more worried about the Spawns blessing than their health.
Forget the spawn, forget Amarh they needed their injuries tend to or they'd get sicker and infected with germs and that was dangerous.
You weren't in the Cult, so forget the Spawn you never cared about it the thought of two lives? Ridiculous. Especially when the love of your life is possibly dying because of blood loss.
Dry tear marks and eye bags laid among their eyes, their hair messy their body trembling and cold it hurt to breathe their eyes barely open and hazy yet they still wanted to please the Spawn Jeez, they were insane..
You knew you should've gone out with them to not trust them to go worship the spawn alone, especially in the forest where animals lured and where dangerous "people" stayed the horrors out there and yet they convinced you to let them go.
What type of "god" let their followers get attacked?! This was utter madness. They were out far too long, and you grew worried, and as soon as the sun started to set, you realized they were in danger. You rushed out the door, racing to the fields the stars forming aboglve seeming to taunt you.
Running the hazy glowing purple nightshades seemed to be a blur as you made it into the forest, guiding your way through the darkness until you finally saw a silhouette of their body laying down.
You rushed over, checking on them, your hand touching their cheek, wiping the forming tears. god, they looked so small and fragile, they opened their eyes soft and small but noticeable eye bags under their eyes dried tears of distress on their cheeks as new ones began to form.
They looked at you gently, a small highlight beginning to form as they winced their injuries everywhere.
"Dearest.. I should've listened.. May the Spa--Spawn bless me.. my foolishness will get me killed.."
They whispered, leaning into you as you picked them up like they were a fragile piece of glass.