Nel was lingering. She'd given Ienzo a couple of doses of cure when he'd first started coming round, but aside from that and pushing the plunger on syringes, there wasn't much more she could do for Ienzo right now. Not directly, at least. Punching Szayel was always an option on the table to make people feel better.
Ienzo hadn't spoken yet. It was concerning her. He was always thoughtful, but he was rarely this silent.
Ulquiorra looked tired. Drained. Like the world weighed on his shoulders. He often looked that way, but he didn't normally look so... done with it all.
He'd come back with Ienzo bleeding to death in his arms. He'd taken on some monstrous form that left so little of himself to detect that it was frightening. What in the hell had happened to the two of them?
"Szayel, wind your neck in," she told him.
Then she turned her attention to Ulquiorra, and asked, softly, "Are you okay?"
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Date: 2017-06-06 10:47 pm (UTC)Ienzo hadn't spoken yet. It was concerning her. He was always thoughtful, but he was rarely this silent.
Ulquiorra looked tired. Drained. Like the world weighed on his shoulders. He often looked that way, but he didn't normally look so... done with it all.
He'd come back with Ienzo bleeding to death in his arms. He'd taken on some monstrous form that left so little of himself to detect that it was frightening. What in the hell had happened to the two of them?
"Szayel, wind your neck in," she told him.
Then she turned her attention to Ulquiorra, and asked, softly, "Are you okay?"