[ Oh, but the soft radiance of Mika’s new smile. If it were a sound, he thinks it would be mellisonant in song, meant to make his heart tremble. Angels tend to pick a person, a duty to devote themselves to if they cannot pick God, Himself. Ginger suspects (when he’s clearheaded) that’s why his possessiveness borders on obsession. He’s the worst of both worlds. He could worship Mika now, and it would feel right.

(He thinks… he wants to worship him all over, every snow-pale inch.)

Mika’s so beautiful in this moment that it takes Ginger whole seconds to blink out of his adoration. He sees a little less warmth and a little more worry. ]

I… don’t think… he was aiming all that well at the time. [ And maybe some part of Khun had realized that spearing through Ginger would likely pierce through him as well. ] I’ll get a healer in the morning - I think the spelled towel will do for tonight. It’s… somewhere in here.

[ When he gets his brain to work again, he’ll summon it to them. ]

I guess… it’s sore… [ Trying to be honest in his answers. He can’t really feel it - there’s too many other important things to feel. And once those things settle, he won’t even mind the pain. A reminder of - all the bad and good from tonight. He needs it to hurt, he thinks. ] But… I don’t want to be away from you, not after what happened.

My heart… [ Needs Mika to stay close. ] … needs you more than my body needs healing. Is that… alright?