[Gilgamesh understands. He knows Aslan, by his very nature, was born of a higher breed; he shouldn't need armor, shouldn't need protection outside of himself, but this realm had taken much from both of them. He's not sure how to go about reminding him of this without causing offense, either.
He just keeps a soothing hand on his mane and starts leading him in. Somehow, around Aslan, his ego always takes a backseat. That's an impressive feat within itself.]
I will anoint you with it myself, Aslan. From the hands of one divine entity to another.
[He doesn't invoke his holy blood often, but perhaps here... perhaps now it will bring some comfort to him, to know it is no mere mortal who weighs him down this way.]
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He just keeps a soothing hand on his mane and starts leading him in. Somehow, around Aslan, his ego always takes a backseat. That's an impressive feat within itself.]
I will anoint you with it myself, Aslan. From the hands of one divine entity to another.
[He doesn't invoke his holy blood often, but perhaps here... perhaps now it will bring some comfort to him, to know it is no mere mortal who weighs him down this way.]