[ Xenk feels his heart shatter when the throes of Kirk's screams take on a greater cadence. To see the man in pain brings him pain in kind. It is strange -- like the experience in the cottage with Edgin, how empathy felt so foreign an emotion.
Yet Xenk remains stalwart, hoping upon hope that the simple act of remembrance could free James from his hellish nightmare. He is relieved by all measures when the screams finally cease and Kirk opens his eyes, a deeper blue than they've ever been, but alive.
Xenk doesn't really know what to do with his feelings, how the relief that washes through him nearly threatens to overwhelm. He takes a breath and steadies himself, pulling the pinecone back and resting his hand on Kirk's chest. For comfort. ]
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Yet Xenk remains stalwart, hoping upon hope that the simple act of remembrance could free James from his hellish nightmare. He is relieved by all measures when the screams finally cease and Kirk opens his eyes, a deeper blue than they've ever been, but alive.
Xenk doesn't really know what to do with his feelings, how the relief that washes through him nearly threatens to overwhelm. He takes a breath and steadies himself, pulling the pinecone back and resting his hand on Kirk's chest. For comfort. ]
You are safe. The nightmare is ended.