[ Aragorn is turning around just as Errol wakes, and he immediately drops whatever he's doing. He reaches out and presses his hands against Errol's shoulders, slamming him onto the bed as Aragorn looms over him, filling his vision with his own visage.
His shoulder screams, but he does not address it. ]
You are safe, son of Libria. [ Quietly. It's a manner of reminder to himself, the address he uses. ] There is nothing to fight against here.
action;
His shoulder screams, but he does not address it. ]
You are safe, son of Libria. [ Quietly. It's a manner of reminder to himself, the address he uses. ] There is nothing to fight against here.