Toraj hadn't expected a positive reaction. He'd asked, or demanded, that an Immortal overturn a decision they had previously made. One that he thought was unfair, and had judged as such. He didn't necessarily claim that he, as a mortal, had any right to cast such judgement over the Immortal's actions, but... Would it actually bring him peace? The damage had been done, no matter Vri's decision with regards to his request, and he stood tense in anticipation of the Immortal's reply once his request had finally parted from his lips. The reaction caught him off-guard and it took him a few moments to register the fascination with which he was regarded from that point on, almost to the exclusion of his mortal compatriots. He barely understood what had happened and it showed as his brilliantly blue eyes widened in poorly veiled confusion, gaze snapping between those present in search of answers to the myriad of questions that popped up in his mind--unspoken as they were. His mind quickly trailed back to that moment, though, after their landing on Faldrass and the fight was over... finally over. It'd been a close call all around, and though Toraj's efforts had saved the life of one man, it wasn't enough to save Amaris. Whether that's becuase they'd succumbed to their wounds or simply because of Vri's judgement hadn't mattered much to Toraj in the moment, because the feeling of the dying Amaris slumping in his arms had overruled everything else. He'd asked their name, tried to pull them back to the present, but... It wasn't until much later that he'd managed to learn the name of the dead Councilor.
He'd blamed himself for it when it happened. Somewhere in his mind, he knew it hadn't been his choice in the first place, but the strange power that'd awakened in him to save the other man was not enough to also save Amaris. What good was a miracle, really, if it was so selective? Why hadn't it worked? Toraj had been prepared to cast his life on the line in Amaris' stead, but nothing had worked. Thinking back, it still caused the helpless frustration to burn inside him.
Unselfish? Perhaps.
Truthfully, Toraj had difficulty thinking of himself. Perhaps it was his fractured state that caused his apprehension in providing himself a boon of tangible worth, or it was the hollow feeling nestled somewhere amongst the few recovered memories he'd been cursed with. It was difficult to say whether the Immortals present were truly impressed with his choice, though he hadn't intended to entertain with it or asked for their amusement's sake. He wanted only what he'd asked for, in the end, and the delay as the Immortals studied him with interest caused his heart to sink in his chest, a cold pit forming in his stomach. Perhaps it'd been asking too much, still, to ask an Immortal to change their mind. He glanced to Kirei and Tio, trying to gauge their reactions, but received very little beyond silence and the same confusion he felt whirling about his thoughts.
And then it was over. Just like that, the Immortals vanished and the word faded back to where they'd been only moments before, standing in the inn. The stench of alcohol mixed with the scents of various foods and bodily odors washed against Toraj and caused him to choke momentarily, the man stumbling back to sit in the very same spot he'd landed in originally, taking a moment to just catch his breath whilst the others reeled in kind and proceeded to return to business as usual, making as little sense of the situation as he did. The pit in his stomach remained, chilling him to the core. Still, a small flame lit in the center of his chest---a faint flicker of hope. Did he really dare hope that Vri had granted his request? He clutched at his tunic, tightly.
Time would tell.
