The way Atha's eyes glazed over and looked far away was something that Aragibal had never really seen before. He'd seen her in panic, he'd seen her angry, but he'd never seen her like this. He tried to talk to her, to get through to her, but wherever she was she didn't hear, just like it seemed she didn't see. She was gone. All Aragibal could do is watch, and it was almost belated when he realized she was digging a grave. All he could do while she dug was pull at his hair with some level of neuroticism because he didn't know how to help or get through to her. It hurt him to see her like this and he didn't know what to do.
She seemed to have finished digging. He slowly stood, stiff and sore from sitting for so long in the cold, and he approached her, speaking quietly. "Atha? Are you back?" His voice was filled with sadness and anxiousness, still tugging at his hair. He couldn't hide the relief from his face when she responded cohesively to him. He would offer a hand to help her climb out of the hole and, whether she took it or not, he would retrieve the body of the Miqo'te huntress and himself hop into the hole to gently lay her to rest. He would climb out after very gently placing her body in the bottom.
Should Atha try to take the body he would refuse, speaking in an unusually quiet and hard voice - not harsh, just letting her know he won't budge. "Let me help, Atha." Nothing negative, nothing chiding her about wasting their time, nothing mean, just his desire to help her and this is the only way he knew how. "Take a seat and rest. I'll fill the hole." He wouldn't budge on this and he would insist that she take a rest - he would not be mean or cruel, just firm in his decision.
His ninja job stone would begin to glow as he removed his gauntlets and then started to do mudra, conjuring up wind to gently inter the huntress. This was probably the first time Athala had seen him use any skills other than DRK or MNK. As the dirt finished moving his job stone faded, and he looked to Athala, his voice softening. "We should find something nice to place on the grave, don't you think?"
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She seemed to have finished digging. He slowly stood, stiff and sore from sitting for so long in the cold, and he approached her, speaking quietly. "Atha? Are you back?" His voice was filled with sadness and anxiousness, still tugging at his hair. He couldn't hide the relief from his face when she responded cohesively to him. He would offer a hand to help her climb out of the hole and, whether she took it or not, he would retrieve the body of the Miqo'te huntress and himself hop into the hole to gently lay her to rest. He would climb out after very gently placing her body in the bottom.
Should Atha try to take the body he would refuse, speaking in an unusually quiet and hard voice - not harsh, just letting her know he won't budge. "Let me help, Atha." Nothing negative, nothing chiding her about wasting their time, nothing mean, just his desire to help her and this is the only way he knew how. "Take a seat and rest. I'll fill the hole." He wouldn't budge on this and he would insist that she take a rest - he would not be mean or cruel, just firm in his decision.
His ninja job stone would begin to glow as he removed his gauntlets and then started to do mudra, conjuring up wind to gently inter the huntress. This was probably the first time Athala had seen him use any skills other than DRK or MNK. As the dirt finished moving his job stone faded, and he looked to Athala, his voice softening. "We should find something nice to place on the grave, don't you think?"