Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180621031229

His breath greatly slowed to a crawl by the ice provided to him, Prad only now began to mitigate this unfortunate event. His eyes briefly closing, ready to let the sensation of cold lift his pain away.

He jolts straight with Tirush's voice directed at him, let alone seeing her from so close. Her eyes glazed over his blackened hand as he realized his effort to veil it had, obviously been a complete failure. Worse still, while the initial burn had all but started showing sign of recovery, the broader sign of his hand had yet to follow, resulting in a painfull reminder of the sensation of lightning dancing across his fingers.

And yet, despite this, Prad musters his best re-assuring look, a voice mimicking that of a cheerful young man merely resetting himself after a life's obstacle "Ohh, this? An unfortunate lightning storm where I wandered, but only the hand has been struck. Don't worry, it'll heal within minutes". A smile can be seen beyond his shroud, devoid of worry. Devoid of pain.

...so easily hiding the harrow he suffers behind that pristine smile of his...