[Mikleo had been taking a break to catch his breath under the awning of a closed store, one hand resting on his chest, and he's been ignored so many times by the residents that he doesn't register that the question is addressed to him at first. He looks up cautiously anyway, drawn by the familiarity of the voice and by the sincerity he'd heard. Everyone else seemed to be fighting, so for someone to speak with concern is...
...oh. Oh, thank goodness, it's not one of the idiot faction members.]
No, nothing... healing won't make a difference. I just need to keep moving.
[In truth, what he'd like is to curl up in a corner of his vessel and stay there until the conflict dies down, but with Sorey acting so distant lately, that's unlikely. Or rather, it would be uncomfortable- he's certain that if he called for help Sorey would still come running, but until they've resolved whatever this is, he'd rather not rely on that.]
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...oh. Oh, thank goodness, it's not one of the idiot faction members.]
No, nothing... healing won't make a difference. I just need to keep moving.
[In truth, what he'd like is to curl up in a corner of his vessel and stay there until the conflict dies down, but with Sorey acting so distant lately, that's unlikely. Or rather, it would be uncomfortable- he's certain that if he called for help Sorey would still come running, but until they've resolved whatever this is, he'd rather not rely on that.]