∞ 53: Those in the dark [action/accidental sound]

[chikaidestroyer]

[A bedraggled figure slowly drags himself towards the edge of the village, swaying dangerously every few steps and having to stop to recover. Spatters of blood mar the normally white portions of his coat and darken the deep gray sections. Bloody strips of material hang loosely around his neck in place of his scarf, pulled loose after nearly suffocating on too tightly-wrapped bandages.

On Albert's forehead is a mark, dark against his pale skin. He finally kneels after swaying just a little too much, nearly collapsing as his head aches.

His journal drops from somewhere above, and the hooting of a small owl can be heard.]

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[Action]

[wise_maiden]

[Raine's fingers remain lingering on the edge of the blanket for a few moments more as she looks down at him, something akin to tenderness visible in her expression, not that he can see that.]

... you're welcome, Albert. Rest well.