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Felih smiles weakly, relieved that the Exarch allows him this.

"Thank you, my darling," he murmurs quietly, nuzzling into that hand once more, even going so far as to kiss the palm before he slowly pulls back, tugging him along. "Come. We'll draw a bath- or a shower? Which is it?" he murmurs, before starting to shed his attire. Sturdy mage's robes and armor, but nonetheless filthy with blood and dirt and sand, and Felih is glad to finally take the things off so he can wash them. (But later. He intends to bathe himself first.)

Exhausted and drained as he is, he did not hone his healing skills just to ignore the need to use them. His hands are aglow with aether soon enough, still holding G'raha's hands, and he lets the energy flow into his companion's hands. He's half-undressed and his robes are caught at his elbows, shoulders bared and chest exposed, the sash still needing to be untied before he can be stripped completely. Felih's usually meticulously-groomed mane is a mess, tousled and out of its braid, locks falling all about over his shoulders and around his face in waves.

"Twelve," he murmurs, pausing to look up at him, stepping closer, almost close enough to nuzzle their noses together. "I've missed you so. All this time, you were right here..." His smile is watery and his eyes glisten, one hand letting go of the Exarch's to reach up and heal a few cuts on his cheeks, with gentle brushes of his fingers over the jaw and cheekbones. "Hiding under that cloak of yours."

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It will be a bath, a deep basin of familiar blue crystal built into the corner of the room. All it takes is a thought from the Exarch for the Tower's magic to get to work, gradually filling the basin with heated water. It's a lucky thing he remembered to spare that thought in the first place after that seemingly innocuous kiss to his hand.

The Exarch had...checked in on Felih in his suite from time to time. Through the scrying portal. Never for more than a glimpse or two but he'd be lying if the temptation wasn't there, deep down. Yet he never gave in, never let himself trespass on the Warrior's privacy that way. And now here Felih is, showing him exactly what he'd been avoiding seeing, without even a second thought. In that moment the dirt fades away, the mess of Felih's hair becoming something wild and beautiful, and the warmth of his magic serves to make his heartbeat quicken. By the time Felih steps in close he's nearly forgotten how to breathe, every scrap of the composure he's built up over the decades evaporating in an instant. Hiding his identity had been the right thing to do but here and now, hearing the ache in Felih's voice...

How could he have been so cruel?

"Forgive me," he whispers, eyes closing and head bowing, pressing his brow to Felih's. Carefully he brings his hands up, flesh and crystal both, to cover Felih's where they trace over his cheeks.

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The moment their brows press together, Felih's purr steadies and he nuzzles their noses together, soft little chirps and trills spilling from his lips, huntspeak that all says the same thing: relief, joy, affection. He stays close, eyes shut, and simply listens to the Exarch- his long-lost friend.

"I never forgot about you," he murmurs. "I wrote you letters- though they apparently didn't survive... I sang of you. Told your story, made sure the books and records were safe and passed down through time... there were so many songs I wanted to sing to you. I learned so many, during my travels."

He bunts his head more against G'raha's, foreheads and temples and then against his hair, and his shoulder, under his chin- just bunting all over him and trying to let their scents mingle, even if they're about to just wash it all off anyway.

"I had so many stories to tell you," he laughs weakly, his smile watery. "But I suppose I'm lucky, now, to have the chance again..." He tucks his head under G'raha's chin, and moves his hands to instead loop over his shoulders, hugging him close. "Let's- let's get into the bath. We- we both need to clean up before I can heal you up properly."

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The mystel of the First are so far removed from the miqo'te, most so accustomed to life in cities that things such as huntspeak are entirely unheard of. Even in his youth, G'raha Tia had not used nor heard huntspeak since leaving home...until he met Felih. Hearing the sound again stirs at the Exarch's heart much the same way as hearing the man call him by name does.

The Exarch's next breath is an unsteady one as he wills himself not to start crying again. Instead he does his best to return the call, purring warmly and returning the bunts and nuzzles, even as it turns his face redder and redder with abashed joy.

"The lives you touched passed your stories on and...I confess I know more than a few by heart," he says, letting out a brief laugh at himself. "But to hear them from you, that is something I would love. Very dearly."

He almost hesitated to use that word, to call it love. It's true to how he feels but it's not one that he ever let himself use. Not even in his foolhardy youth. Not even though it was true then as well. Even back then part of him recognized that the Warrior of Light was someone special, would go on to do greater things. Why that meant he shouldn't reach out is harder to pin down though after all that's happened? He at least does not feel that fear quite as much.

Whether that's courage enough to get naked in front of the man, well...he's going to have to try.

The bath is more than ready for them, all that remains is to be ready for it. With one more press of his brow to Felih's the Exarch leans back, just enough to reach between them and see to the tattered sashes of his own robes.

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“I would be honored to share any stories you’d like,” Felih murmurs back at him, still purring away, so content and relieved. G’raha’s pale skin makes the blush so easy to see, and he can’t help but smile and feel warmth and affection blooming and welling up in his chest at the sight of it. “The stories, the songs, the dances- the magic!” Felih suddenly laughs, almost spinning around his friend in his exuberant delight. “You’ve learned so much since we last met... I could learn from you, too.”

One last bunt and then he has to draw back as well, stripping himself of all his attire, completely bared. Granted, he’s a mess of blood and dirt and wounds, and he imagines G’raha to be the same- so his first priority is cleaning them both up and healing his beloved friend.

“Come... we may have to refresh the water once or twice, considering the state we’re both in,” he says with a weak laugh. “Take it easy, G’raha. The wound is still fresh, and I have half a heart to scold you for all the reckless magic you used despite your weak state...” he frets, tugging the other Seeker to the water. He’s incredibly relieved this tub is so big- but then again, this tower used to belong to Allagan royalty, so of course the bath was luxurious and huge.

“And we can find some clean attire to wear afterwards... can I borrow a robe, when we’re out?” His touch is endlessly gentle, fingertips running over G’raha’s forearm, hands, his side and shoulders, trying to tug and coax him into the water while still staying close enough to support him, should the Exarch’s strength falter.

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The Exarch's ears flicker as he follows Felih's exuberance, wishing to dance with him--the sort of urge G'raha might not have thought twice about following through on. It stirs his chest, emboldened by that old name, but where the spirit is willing... The warm draw at least eases his nerves about undressing even though he lacks the energy to do more. The sashes come undone and fall away and, with Felih's help, the black robe underneath is lifted up and off.

They're both in a state, blood and grime and salt from the long swim back dried onto their skin. Even the crystal claiming him has lost much of its sheen. It flows up his right arm and over his shoulders like a mantle, blue branching out over his chest and down his sides, only coming to a stop above his hips. The worst wound the Exarch has, the one Emet-Selch had inflicted atop Mt Gulg, has been partially seen to. Felih may chide him all the more but the Exarch had little choice. Without spending the aether to try healing himself he wouldn't have been able to escape and summon aid. Another thing the Exarch had to do. His tail sways low near his calves, a bit of guilt coming through in his smile.

"Ah..." That name, again. "...scold away, Felih. It is certainly deserved...though I find it difficult to regret being able to come to your aid at the end."

The gentle and guiding touches do their work, the Exarch led to the edge of the water. Slowly and carefully he sits on the tub's lip, holding in a wince as he bends to remove the last bits of his clothing. The leathers around his left arm, his sandals, and finally his smallclothes. "And of course...anything you need."

The water will refresh itself, thanks to the Allagans. A good thing because the moment the Exarch sets a single foot into the warm water it starts to muddy.

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Felih's just as much of a mess, but he tugs and guides the Exarch into the water with him, and he's so very swift to take the soaps and lather up his hands, before starting a very thorough rub-down of his beloved friend. Starting from the neck, and working his way down over his shoulders and torso and arms, trying to free him of all the filth they're both a mess of.

"There's no point in scolding you if you're already this apologetic about it," Felih laughs softly, leaning in to nuzzle his cheek before murmuring, "But I was worried sick for you. I went down there just to bring you home, you know..." And to die, but G'raha doesn't need to know that, because the others caught him trying to sneak away and stopped that from happening.

Twelve, he loves his friends so...

Felih is fussy and determined to get all the grime off his companion. And the moment he's gotten his torso clean, his hands get to work healing the wounds he finds, his hands warm and aglow with soothing, restorative aether.

"Just relax... it'll take a while for me to mend this wound, considering its severity... You patched it up for the time being, I see- but I'll tend to it fully."

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Just to bring you home... The Exarch lowers his gaze, smiling, eyes glistening once more. There's nothing he can say for a time, quietly letting Felih work. He can at least help, cupping the soapy water up to his own face and gently cleaning around his eyes and cheeks, ears twitching each time a cut is bothered too much. Yet Felih is so gentle and so quick to move on to the healing that it's not really a bother at all.

He lets out a soft sigh as, finally, the pain that had become a constant backdrop these past several days fades away, replaced by the soothing warmth of Felih's aether.

"Thank you, Felih," he says. "For this and...for everything." Coming for him, too. He doesn't imagine that he's the only reason Felih traveled to the Tempest, he couldn't have let Emet-Selch go unchallenged, but that his hero worried about him so... His friend. His dear friend...

The water ripples as the Exarch leans forward, pressing his brow against Felih's shoulder while the man heals him.

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Felih keeps working on him gently, and he starts to hum familiar melodies as he keeps healing him up. He's glad the water is refreshing, steadily growing cleaner even as they scrub themselves free of dirt and blood. He nuzzles into the Exarch's hair, purring softly as he works, healing up cuts and bruises, everything he finds, before slowly working his way back towards his torso, where the worst of the wounds is.

"Of course," he murmurs, hands massaging at the Exarch's body, rubbing and working gently, before finally cleaning the larger wound right in the center, and starting to work on healing it from the core outwards. "Why would I ever do anything else? I could not abandon you to such a fate... ah, take a deep breath, darling, and hold it as long as you can... this is the trickiest part." Working so deeply, shutting his eyes to micromanage the flow of his aether into the wound that cut clear through his beloved friend.

"The most grievous will take the longest time to heal, but just bear with me, G'raha," he murmurs, still staying close, holding him in a way, one hand on the front of his wound, and the other on his back against the other end. "We'll stay safe and sound and warm and clean in this bath until I'm finished."

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The Exarch can only nod as he does as Felih asks, drawing in a long, deep breath and keeping it in as he works the aether. It's nothing to the pain of being shot in the first place but it isn't as pleasant as healing the other, more minor hurts had been. Still, of all that the Exarch has learned in his decades of extended life, patience was among the first.

"Hmn..."

So he remains, still and silent and huddled close to Felih. When he must breathe again he does so in small, shallow gasps. The humming helps and slowly, under the water's surface, the Exarch finds his fingers tapping out a rhythm to Felih's melody against the other's skin.

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Felih works dutifully, and all the while, Felih murmurs soft comfort and encouragement against G'raha's jaw, trailing soft kisses along it and then down over his neck, his purr strong and steady to comfort his lover.

When he finally finishes, sealing the wound closed on both sides of his torso, Felih lets out a deep breath and moves to simply hug the Exarch tightly, moving to sit in his lap and wrap his arms and legs around him.

"...I'm so glad you're safe," he breathes against him, ears low as he bunts against his shoulder, then up under his chin, purring even more noisily than ever. The water cleanses itself as time goes on, and the constant warmth of the water helps soothe him even more. "You scared me so much, darling. From the moment on Mount Gulg, to this very moment... I feared I'd found you only to lose you again."