[to his credit (or testament to his unwillingness to let himself openly fuss in front of giant onlookers), Zel is still throughout most of the process, save for sitting up and ensuring his dignity is still intact (ma'am he does not care how many children you have you have no business seeing his bits).
he eyes the bright-open sky suspiciously even as Emery returns to his level to encourage him; there's still hairline cracks between the stone protrusions below his eye and the ones lining his jaw - like the way a teacup that was close to shattering would have. they're less like divots and more like someone took a pencil and traced lines to connect these "dots."
after a beat, he turns his head to peer sidelong at Emery, catching the concentration on his face.]
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on 2024-10-18 12:53 am (UTC)he eyes the bright-open sky suspiciously even as Emery returns to his level to encourage him; there's still hairline cracks between the stone protrusions below his eye and the ones lining his jaw - like the way a teacup that was close to shattering would have. they're less like divots and more like someone took a pencil and traced lines to connect these "dots."
after a beat, he turns his head to peer sidelong at Emery, catching the concentration on his face.]
...Well? [what's your verdict, nurse?]