Nia... N-nia... *Ikenna's dry, blood-crusted lips part as he's again tilted, this time rising--ah, Nia is carrying him now. His dear, beloved friend's tears are quickening now, along with his steps, and he's trying so hard for Ikenna. His efforts, his tears, it's all... wasted on Ikenna. So very wasted.*
Nia--mm... it... there's nothing that can be done about it. Please. It isn't... worth it. *he gently murmurs, his head tilting closer to the warmth of Nia's chest. He's held so tightly against the man, his touch so... so very... There's growing pain in his body now, his poisoned frame shuddering, hard, harder, but it... Nia's warmth feels so relieving, so soothing.*