[The towel feels freezing cold, too, and Hakkai can't stop himself from shivering. Once he starts, it's hard to stop. He reaches up anyway, pressing the towel against his forehead with his free hand. It's a little easier to think with it there, and it seems to be helping with the headache, too.
He still misses his grip the first time he reaches for the canteen. Without depth perception, it's sometimes hard to make the proper calculations for size and shadow to guess distance. When he's this disoriented, it's almost impossible. His hand sweeps through empty space again before he manages to catch the canteen. Water sounds good.]
Can we die of illness?
[Gods are mortal: there's no doubting that after the bodies he's seen.
How mortal is a more interesting question. He blinks at his rescuer, managing to focus enough to make out his features. Ah. Not Sanzo, after all, although their straightforward personalities do have a thing or two in common.]
Kurosaki Shun. [There's an ironic edge to his smile. Of all the people to find him this vulnerable....] You're helping me?
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He still misses his grip the first time he reaches for the canteen. Without depth perception, it's sometimes hard to make the proper calculations for size and shadow to guess distance. When he's this disoriented, it's almost impossible. His hand sweeps through empty space again before he manages to catch the canteen. Water sounds good.]
Can we die of illness?
[Gods are mortal: there's no doubting that after the bodies he's seen.
How mortal is a more interesting question. He blinks at his rescuer, managing to focus enough to make out his features. Ah. Not Sanzo, after all, although their straightforward personalities do have a thing or two in common.]
Kurosaki Shun. [There's an ironic edge to his smile. Of all the people to find him this vulnerable....] You're helping me?