gasp he said sorry and she wasn't even fully unconscious
PAGE 31 (7 panels)
1. wide panel of the fire with Tyto sat around it again, Vulpine under a blanket.
T: I am sorry, Vulpine.
2. Vulpine watching him through cracked eyes, new dressings visible under her shirt. She looks dreadful.
V: did I fuck it up?
T: no- no, it was- I shouldn’t have pushed you, it was too much to ask when yo are still weak, when you still… I was foolish.
3. open out on them both, sat by the fire.
V: nngrh- no, I meant- the mask? Did I break it?
T: a minor scratch. It will heal. Perhaps we can try again later, when you are both healed.
V: mm.
T: Vulpine? It is not your fault. It is a great trial. If it were easy, owl people wouldn’t be so few.
4. Vulpine looking away, eyes downcast.
V. Yeah, okay. I’m tired, Tyto.
T: of course. Get some rest.
5. see her turn away from him, back to the fire as he watches her.
6. he places the knife by her as she seems to be sleeping.
T (thoughts): Ibon, forgive me the sacrilege, but I fear we will need to have every edge we can. The knife can be hers, until we return here.
7. small panel as he sits back down to keep watch in the big empty chamber.
PAGE 31 (7 panels)
1. wide panel of the fire with Tyto sat around it again, Vulpine under a blanket.
T: I am sorry, Vulpine.
2. Vulpine watching him through cracked eyes, new dressings visible under her shirt. She looks dreadful.
V: did I fuck it up?
T: no- no, it was- I shouldn’t have pushed you, it was too much to ask when yo are still weak, when you still… I was foolish.
3. open out on them both, sat by the fire.
V: nngrh- no, I meant- the mask? Did I break it?
T: a minor scratch. It will heal. Perhaps we can try again later, when you are both healed.
V: mm.
T: Vulpine? It is not your fault. It is a great trial. If it were easy, owl people wouldn’t be so few.
4. Vulpine looking away, eyes downcast.
V. Yeah, okay. I’m tired, Tyto.
T: of course. Get some rest.
5. see her turn away from him, back to the fire as he watches her.
6. he places the knife by her as she seems to be sleeping.
T (thoughts): Ibon, forgive me the sacrilege, but I fear we will need to have every edge we can. The knife can be hers, until we return here.
7. small panel as he sits back down to keep watch in the big empty chamber.