I've been in tight spots before, so that doesn't excuse my yelling at you. Should make it rather more unacceptable, in fact. [ Bariyan laughs, shortly, but soon sobers up again. ] I do apologize, deeply. You didn't deserve that.
[ After a short pause, he adds: ] I wanted to thank you, too. For taking care of me. I would have bled out if you hadn't been there.
[ Now he finally takes his hand out from under his jacket. In his palm he holds a single plumeria flower, and he breathes a sigh of relief when he sees that the white petals are mostly undamaged from his travels. It's not a flower he actually knows... but it's the closest approximation he could find to the flower he'd actually been searching for.
He'd deliberated on whether to bring it or not. He thinks that the meaning will be lost entirely on this man. The meanings were lost often enough on Bariyan's own friends back home, and they'd grown up in the same damn country as him. Vastly different parts of it, yes, but at least they hadn't come from entirely different worlds.
But Bariyan felt that he had to try. So he holds his hand out to Koltira now, offering the flower to him. ]
This is... how I would thank someone back in my own world, for saving my life. [ That and more, possibly. It all depended upon the situation. Here he was a stranger and always at a loss, and there was little else that he could do but this. ] It may not mean much to you. Just know that you have my gratitude.
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[ After a short pause, he adds: ] I wanted to thank you, too. For taking care of me. I would have bled out if you hadn't been there.
[ Now he finally takes his hand out from under his jacket. In his palm he holds a single plumeria flower, and he breathes a sigh of relief when he sees that the white petals are mostly undamaged from his travels. It's not a flower he actually knows... but it's the closest approximation he could find to the flower he'd actually been searching for.
He'd deliberated on whether to bring it or not. He thinks that the meaning will be lost entirely on this man. The meanings were lost often enough on Bariyan's own friends back home, and they'd grown up in the same damn country as him. Vastly different parts of it, yes, but at least they hadn't come from entirely different worlds.
But Bariyan felt that he had to try. So he holds his hand out to Koltira now, offering the flower to him. ]
This is... how I would thank someone back in my own world, for saving my life. [ That and more, possibly. It all depended upon the situation. Here he was a stranger and always at a loss, and there was little else that he could do but this. ] It may not mean much to you. Just know that you have my gratitude.