#poor g'raha maybe one day you wont suffer in my hands

[umbralaether]

I dont think I sent you one back so "apologizing when you call them and hear their deep, sleepy voice answer."

(Pls ignore if I did send one already lol.)

With the Final Days upon them, she was asked to assess the state of the world back home - namely, the blasphemies that had been sighted in the other city states. G'raha was hesitant to let her go alone, fearing what she may have to face without the help of himself and the other Scions, yet he knew he had no choice. He could not have her stay behind for his own benefit.

He focuses instead on the efforts in Thavnair in her absence, securing the townspeople, hunting down rumors of other blasphemies, and worst of all -- waiting. When there was nothing else left to do but rest and wait for her return, he could not quiet his thoughts. She was capable, he knew this to be the undeniable truth, but still he worried. She had promised to send word when she could, but when night came and went once again he was left with another day full of unanswered questions swirling through his mind.

"She'll be okay, G'raha. She most likely doesn't want to worry you with what she's discovered," Alisaie tries to comfort him, yet her reply still leaves him anxious.

They have always asked so much of her, sending her to her death again and again. It’s a miracle each time she comes back, battered and bruised but alive by all meanings of the word. Though he admires her willingness to dive headfirst into danger, he loathes that she even has to - that the world seems content to place all their burdens on her. If she had not been the Warrior of Light, however, they would not have met. This love he has for her would cease to exist and he thinks that must be the greater crime in the end.

Another day of silence and when night falls, he cannot take it any longer. The pacing, the anxiety, the sleeplessness - he needs to hear her voice. Even if only for a moment.

The linkpearl connects on the third attempt, "Mmmh… Raha?" Her voice is heavy, laced with sleep.

"Eisha… I- I didn't mean to wake you…" He sighs, trying to hide the relief in his voice. He all but sinks into the bed behind him.

"'Tis okay. What's going on? Are you alright?"

He suddenly feels foolish, "I… simply needed to hear your voice, is all."

"Oh. Oh. I made you worry, didn't I? I said I'd call sooner… just been a lot going on here. I'm sorry."

"There is no need for apologies, Eisha, not from you. I-" He runs a hand through his hair, trying to keep his voice steady, "I should let you sleep."

"Raha?"

"Yes, my love?"

"I miss you too."

#when will they rest and have peace? never i say! #poor g'raha maybe one day you wont suffer in my hands #but i imagine he hated letting her go anywhere alone after 'in from the cold' because talk about trauma #okay rambling too much now thanks for the ask!! <3 #ffxiv #endwalker #my writing #wolgraha #eisha pantera #wol x graha #wol x g'raha #ffxiv writing