[The voice is soft, nearly swallowed by the howling, bitter winter wind. But it pierces that haze like a plasma arc. Years and years ago, Miles was Her task, the greatest show of trust, the most precious responsibility he'd ever taken on.
He still is, but bow, Miles is HIS headache as well.
Bothari sits up immediately, dark eyes washing over Miles. Finding the odd changes, the age, the height, but the thing that bothered him, that concerned him... The scars at his neck. He KNEW what those were.
He stood, his hands firm but extraordinarily gentle as he pushed Miles' temple to get a better look.]
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He still is, but bow, Miles is HIS headache as well.
Bothari sits up immediately, dark eyes washing over Miles. Finding the odd changes, the age, the height, but the thing that bothered him, that concerned him... The scars at his neck. He KNEW what those were.
He stood, his hands firm but extraordinarily gentle as he pushed Miles' temple to get a better look.]
What the hell did you get into?!