Usually, Maertin would be more aware of his twin’s presence. They are not inseparable but they are usually aware of each other; but Maertin had been so focused on sneaking up on Brennen that he hadn’t had any energy left to be aware of his twin. And after that, it had taken all of his energy to try and do the healing. He should not be surprised, either, to feel his efforts bolstered by his father. He should not have been surprised that he failed to really sneak up on Brennen; still he can’t help but huff his displeasure at failing even as his father is speaking gently, and grooming him affectionately.
He still jumps slightly when Qaen rushes over to them, sparking and shimmering. He smiles sleepily at his twin. “Thanks Q,” he summons the energy to respond and then is quiet a moment, absorbing the full impact of his venerable father apologizing to him, as if he is an equal and not just a child. He knows, of course, that his father loves them but he has always felt Brennen’s respect is harder to earn than his love. He wants, someday, to earn it. Still, he rallies a little bit and peeks up at Brennen with an expression that, though muted by weariness, can only be called mischievous.
“Does that mean I can start trying to heal people, papa?” Because he wants to, oh he wants to, and this seems like a good time to ask. Brennen is ever more reasonable in this mood than many of his others.
Maertin
don't just sit with folded hands and become blind
