07.Sep.18, 06:36 AM
“Quite probably,” N’mor drawled, amused. Granted, he had a feeling it was only in regards to one another; if their positions were swapped, N’mor was fairly sure Z’rin would have been no better than himself at staying still. There was too much work to be done, too many people to help, just… too much. Even thinking that had N’mor feeling somewhat twitchy, as if he should be leaving Z’rin to sleep some more and N’mor himself actually do some more work. So it was, the invitation to lie with his lover was met with a blank faced blink.
Sliding off the bed, N’mor bent to place a soft kiss on the corner of Z’rin’s lips as the bluerider tried to shuffle himself across the bed. “Okay,” he said softly, and slipped out of the room. Not long afterwards, he was back with a skin of drink, feeling it would be easier for Z’rin to drink from than an actual cup, and a small jar of numbweed. “The healers are busy,” he said by way of explanation, as he set the wineskin by Z’rin’s pillow so the bluerider could help himself. “Drink that,” he said lightly, “and once it kicks in, I’ll change your bandages and put more numbweed on the burns.”
Watching until Z’rin had drunk all of the fellis, N’mor settled himself down on the bed in the space Z’rin had made for him, and lying on his back, head turned to the right so he could see Z’rin – watch with mild amusement as the drug made the bluerider relaxed and sleepy – his left arm folded over his stomach and hand holding the one the bluerider had offered. N’mor didn’t think he could possibly be comfortable, but then, the poor man was probably so uncomfortable what was a little awkward positioning to hold hands?
N’mor gave the fellis a good thirty minutes to kick in – by which point Z’rin was asleep – before sitting up and sliding off the bed to carefully change the bandages, and apply more numbweed. The sight made him grimace in worry, it looked so nasty, but the Healers seemed content that everything was healing nicely, and N’mor really had no reason to doubt them. Replacing a light cover bandage over Z’rin’s back (the healer had said they’d wash it later and he didn’t want to wake up the bluerider to wrap the wound properly) N’mor slipped back onto the bed and gave an exhausted sigh as he pressed one leg against Z’rin’s, but otherwise left a slight distance between their bodies, not wanting to bump a bruise or burn.
Sleep, Rhezalth said softly; so N’mor did.
Sliding off the bed, N’mor bent to place a soft kiss on the corner of Z’rin’s lips as the bluerider tried to shuffle himself across the bed. “Okay,” he said softly, and slipped out of the room. Not long afterwards, he was back with a skin of drink, feeling it would be easier for Z’rin to drink from than an actual cup, and a small jar of numbweed. “The healers are busy,” he said by way of explanation, as he set the wineskin by Z’rin’s pillow so the bluerider could help himself. “Drink that,” he said lightly, “and once it kicks in, I’ll change your bandages and put more numbweed on the burns.”
Watching until Z’rin had drunk all of the fellis, N’mor settled himself down on the bed in the space Z’rin had made for him, and lying on his back, head turned to the right so he could see Z’rin – watch with mild amusement as the drug made the bluerider relaxed and sleepy – his left arm folded over his stomach and hand holding the one the bluerider had offered. N’mor didn’t think he could possibly be comfortable, but then, the poor man was probably so uncomfortable what was a little awkward positioning to hold hands?
N’mor gave the fellis a good thirty minutes to kick in – by which point Z’rin was asleep – before sitting up and sliding off the bed to carefully change the bandages, and apply more numbweed. The sight made him grimace in worry, it looked so nasty, but the Healers seemed content that everything was healing nicely, and N’mor really had no reason to doubt them. Replacing a light cover bandage over Z’rin’s back (the healer had said they’d wash it later and he didn’t want to wake up the bluerider to wrap the wound properly) N’mor slipped back onto the bed and gave an exhausted sigh as he pressed one leg against Z’rin’s, but otherwise left a slight distance between their bodies, not wanting to bump a bruise or burn.