Caleb took the bandage and started measuring out a new length, for his arm this time, while Essek taped down the one on his chest. It meant giving up touching Essek which, for a moment, seemed absolutely terrible. But he did it. For both their benefits.
How many times had he longed to linger in these quiet, contemplative moments with him, before he knew of Essek's crimes? How long had he struggled with the knowledge of what Essek had done and come up that holding it against him was the same as holding his own crimes against himself? There were pictures of those deft, clever hands in his spellbook, unnecessarily detailed for a man that could recall things keenly. There was dedication in preserving Essek's handwriting in his portions of the Transmorgification.
He handed over the new length of bandage.
"I know you are capable of caring for yourself," he said, "but you are my friend, Essek. Of course I worry for you."
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How many times had he longed to linger in these quiet, contemplative moments with him, before he knew of Essek's crimes? How long had he struggled with the knowledge of what Essek had done and come up that holding it against him was the same as holding his own crimes against himself? There were pictures of those deft, clever hands in his spellbook, unnecessarily detailed for a man that could recall things keenly. There was dedication in preserving Essek's handwriting in his portions of the Transmorgification.
He handed over the new length of bandage.
"I know you are capable of caring for yourself," he said, "but you are my friend, Essek. Of course I worry for you."