[ Orpheus makes his final preparations silently, wrapping the cloth around the Balladeer's body. At this point it's less shroud and more swaddle, but this will make it easier to carry him. He stands, looking distant and a little disoriented. For a moment, he feels as if the ground is swaying like the deck of a ship, thinks he can hear the other Argonauts shouting as Castor and Pollux carry Idmon's weak but writhing form back from what should've been an easy hunt.
But he shakes it off. He needs to be here, now, not lost in the past. ]
We should go. Soon. [ He doesn't know how patient the Wizard will be with them, doing this. ]
cw: dissociation, trauma
But he shakes it off. He needs to be here, now, not lost in the past. ]
We should go. Soon. [ He doesn't know how patient the Wizard will be with them, doing this. ]