"You’re lying now. Did you talk to anyone about it? Libra you can’t just leave injures like that. It’s only going to get worse." Sumia moved towards him and reached out a hand but let it drop. She wasn’t sure if he’d listen to her, but she had to try.
"I don’t believe you. You need to get yourself taken care of. And how can I not worry? I’m not cold hearted. You’re in pain. I just don’t want to see you get even more hurt." But it wasn’t like Sumia could force him to do anything right? Still she’d feel even worse if she didn’t try and convince Libra to take care of himself. She couldn’t understand why he hadn’t done more.
Sumia frowned and then gestured towards her tent. “Do you need to sit down? I can make the tea.” She wasn’t sure yet what to do but she wasn’t going to let Libra go for now.
Being accused of lying made him feel worse, and he quieted for a moment to lean down and pick up the holy book. He gently dusted it off and handed it to her again. She was so determined to help, to make him feel better. She was so kind hearted, clean of spirit. He swallowed and breathed out, heading for her tent with her. Once they were inside, he sat himself down and looked at the ground.
"It’s only that, well…" he started and licked his lips, "I don’t like when people touch me, is all… I have a visceral reaction of panic. And, knowing that someone will have to touch me to heal it… frightens me."
It was a hard thing to admit. He continued covering his bases, “But I did speak with Lissa, and she said what I told you.”