20.Apr.21, 12:30 AM
B’jin glared half heartedly at R’nd, pouting at being told off for fighting the urge to sleep, but a smile lingered on the corners of his lips, taking away any seriousness the expression might otherwise have portrayed. He curled tighter into the bed; R’nd was right that it wasn’t very comfortable, but B’jin was in so much pain that the uncomfortableness of the bed was far outweighed. Instead, the blanket felt comforting as it was wrapped around him, and the love he felt from the bluerider was soothing.
When R’nd brought up his children and sister, B’jin’s nose scrunched up in sympathy for R’nd; he wouldn’t want to be in the bluerider’s position if their roles were reversed. Of course, B’jin only had two children and one sister. R’nd might have only had one sister to send word to, but by the time B’jin had contacted all his offspring, the bluerider probably would have been healed of whatever ailed him. That made B’jin smirk sleepily, and he rolled his eyes lightly, the action mostly hidden behind drooping lids. R’nd would do what was best, he had no doubt. He was glad to hear that T’ryn was feeling well enough to try and be helpful, even if it wasn’t helpful to his own full recovery. Sounded like R’nd’s boy.
The offer for anything more had B’jin puckering his lips playfully, smiling into the chaste kiss he was given and gently stroking the side of R’nd’s face. Everything would be fine. A couple days – a week at most – and B’jin had no doubt he would be back to normal. He hd nothing in his experience – and no word from the Healers at that point – to think otherwise; it never occurred to him that his voice might be gone for longer than it took his throat to stop hurting and since most flus only lasted a week or so, he didn’t expect the current injury to take any longer to heal. After all, it hurt like a bitch, but so did broken bones and they didn’t change his whole life.
Smiling wistfully, B’jin mouthed ‘love you’ at R’nd, before obediently letting sleep claim him once more. Everything would be fine.
When R’nd brought up his children and sister, B’jin’s nose scrunched up in sympathy for R’nd; he wouldn’t want to be in the bluerider’s position if their roles were reversed. Of course, B’jin only had two children and one sister. R’nd might have only had one sister to send word to, but by the time B’jin had contacted all his offspring, the bluerider probably would have been healed of whatever ailed him. That made B’jin smirk sleepily, and he rolled his eyes lightly, the action mostly hidden behind drooping lids. R’nd would do what was best, he had no doubt. He was glad to hear that T’ryn was feeling well enough to try and be helpful, even if it wasn’t helpful to his own full recovery. Sounded like R’nd’s boy.
The offer for anything more had B’jin puckering his lips playfully, smiling into the chaste kiss he was given and gently stroking the side of R’nd’s face. Everything would be fine. A couple days – a week at most – and B’jin had no doubt he would be back to normal. He hd nothing in his experience – and no word from the Healers at that point – to think otherwise; it never occurred to him that his voice might be gone for longer than it took his throat to stop hurting and since most flus only lasted a week or so, he didn’t expect the current injury to take any longer to heal. After all, it hurt like a bitch, but so did broken bones and they didn’t change his whole life.
Smiling wistfully, B’jin mouthed ‘love you’ at R’nd, before obediently letting sleep claim him once more. Everything would be fine.