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19.Aug.18, 09:44 AM
N’mor sighed softly at Z’rin’s answer, partly exasperated at his reply, and partly relieved to hear him speak. He’d been unconscious for so long, and while N’mor knew it was what the Healers had been hoping for, it didn’t really help alleviate any of the stress. He had no idea how his friends, family or Rhezalth had stood it when he’d lost his arm. Now, perhaps more than ever, he wondered how it was the day-old bronze dragonet had managed to power through N’mor’s recovery. How had he not gone between and left him alone? He could feel Rhezalth’s gentle reassurance, but even he wasn’t sure how he’d managed it.
A mystery they’d likely never know the answer to, and N’mor could live with that, so long as he had his dragon.
When Z’rin shifted to take his hand, N’mor shifted too, carefully seating himself on the edge of the small bed the bluerider had been assigned, and pressing his hip gently against his lover, as much in need of the reassuring contact as Z’rin, though N’mor was careful to remember where he’d seen the burns that affected Z’rin, so as to avoid hurting the other man. That was the last thing he wanted to do. As Z’rin spoke, N’mor leaned over, pressing his forehead to Z’rin’s temple, and listening in silence as the bluerider spoke quietly.
While N’mor hadn’t really expected an explanation of what had happened, he nonetheless appreciated it. He was glad that Z’rin hadn’t been stupid enough to be running around without his jacket entirely; N’mor would have bene hard pressed to actually believe that Z’rin was that much of an idiot, but, it was good to know for sure that he wasn’t. “Hey,” N’mor said softly, when Z’rin choked on the little girl looking like his daughter, breath soft against Z’rin’s cheek. “You did well,” he promised, lifting his head slightly and puffing out a soft sigh. “I saw the family yesterday. They are all alive and as well as can be. I think they want to see you, when you’re feeling up to it.” The slight pause and the thinning of N’mor’s lips were the only indication that he was feeling protective of the bluerider. But just slightly. It didn’t mean anything.
“You’re lucky you didn’t lose your leg,” He said after a moment of consideration, peering down his nose at Z’rin and lifting his eyebrows in an expression of mock seriousness. “Very unattractive, missing limbs. Definitely would have had to dump you.” Pale eyes sparkled playfully, but N’mor was, none the less, glad that Z’rin’s leg would be fine in time. Learning to live with a missing arm had been incredibly difficult, but at least he could still walk and look after himself with minimal help. How did one get around without a leg? How would he ride his dragon if he couldn’t even climb it, or straddle it? Learning to walk again once it was healed would be enough of a task, N’mor was quite sure!
A mystery they’d likely never know the answer to, and N’mor could live with that, so long as he had his dragon.
When Z’rin shifted to take his hand, N’mor shifted too, carefully seating himself on the edge of the small bed the bluerider had been assigned, and pressing his hip gently against his lover, as much in need of the reassuring contact as Z’rin, though N’mor was careful to remember where he’d seen the burns that affected Z’rin, so as to avoid hurting the other man. That was the last thing he wanted to do. As Z’rin spoke, N’mor leaned over, pressing his forehead to Z’rin’s temple, and listening in silence as the bluerider spoke quietly.
While N’mor hadn’t really expected an explanation of what had happened, he nonetheless appreciated it. He was glad that Z’rin hadn’t been stupid enough to be running around without his jacket entirely; N’mor would have bene hard pressed to actually believe that Z’rin was that much of an idiot, but, it was good to know for sure that he wasn’t. “Hey,” N’mor said softly, when Z’rin choked on the little girl looking like his daughter, breath soft against Z’rin’s cheek. “You did well,” he promised, lifting his head slightly and puffing out a soft sigh. “I saw the family yesterday. They are all alive and as well as can be. I think they want to see you, when you’re feeling up to it.” The slight pause and the thinning of N’mor’s lips were the only indication that he was feeling protective of the bluerider. But just slightly. It didn’t mean anything.
“You’re lucky you didn’t lose your leg,” He said after a moment of consideration, peering down his nose at Z’rin and lifting his eyebrows in an expression of mock seriousness. “Very unattractive, missing limbs. Definitely would have had to dump you.” Pale eyes sparkled playfully, but N’mor was, none the less, glad that Z’rin’s leg would be fine in time. Learning to live with a missing arm had been incredibly difficult, but at least he could still walk and look after himself with minimal help. How did one get around without a leg? How would he ride his dragon if he couldn’t even climb it, or straddle it? Learning to walk again once it was healed would be enough of a task, N’mor was quite sure!
