[It seems an eternity but Zelos finally rests a hand on the coral, breathing easier almost immediately. He indulges for a long moment, eyes closed and coral glowing faintly under his hand as it knits him back together. He stands on his own when he finally withdraws from it.]
Thanks.
[It's a low bark, somewhat gruff and grudging, but nonetheless grateful. Zelos has no desire to die again, though upon reflection it's hard to tell considering who he ends up picking fights with.]
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Thanks.
[It's a low bark, somewhat gruff and grudging, but nonetheless grateful. Zelos has no desire to die again, though upon reflection it's hard to tell considering who he ends up picking fights with.]