"Your support, truly, is more than enough," Skan replies, meaning it with powerful sincerity, "If nothing else, I know I can trust you, Viktor. And I have other friends who would not abandon me, besides. Nina, and Imogen, and Finnick and..."
Viktor can probably see it, as he beats higher, catches a thermal, and rises in a single broad-winged soar, up and around and up again. He's headed somewhere in Heaven's Bow, high above.
"...If you miss the last Ferry, I'll likely be out late anyways, so don't worry about calling for a ride, if you want one. I think it's time to get my feathers sorted out; then I'll feel much more myself."
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Poor Skan. He's too hard on himself.
"I am fine. Let me know if you need anything."
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Viktor can probably see it, as he beats higher, catches a thermal, and rises in a single broad-winged soar, up and around and up again. He's headed somewhere in Heaven's Bow, high above.
"...If you miss the last Ferry, I'll likely be out late anyways, so don't worry about calling for a ride, if you want one. I think it's time to get my feathers sorted out; then I'll feel much more myself."
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He's not incredibly practiced at reassurances like this, but he's trying.
"Alright, thank you. Good luck with your feathers. I hope that helps."
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"I'll see you at home, later."
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Viktor hums, thoughtfully.
"Alright. I will make a snack and a warm beverage for you and we can try to relax in the cellar. I have something I think you will enjoy."
A warm, fatty, savory beverage he's concocted, and a nice cut of steak he found at the market.