24.Aug.18, 06:22 AM
Z’rin perked up a bit at hearing the family was doing well. Varralath had already told him they all lived but it was good to have confirmation and an update since his dragon wouldn’t have known if they suffered any damage or what they got up to after being rescued. “When I can breathe without wincing, I’ll be happy to see them, though I think Varralath deserves all the credit.” The big guy had been trying to kick dirt onto the flames to keep them at bay and had ultimately been the one to rescue the last member of their daughter and the foolish rider rushing in and out of a burning building.
At N’mor’s teasing about missing limbs, Z’rin laughed and then hissed with a stab of pain as back muscles moved in a way the burns didn’t agree with. Still, he held onto the smile, happy to be alive, awake, and with someone that had worried about him. He had never been good at receiving compliments and praise so it was a relief that N’mor didn’t give him time to properly respond to how he did well. Z’rin was sure he could have done a lot better and that anyone else wouldn’t have made so many mistakes and would have made it out okay but he wouldn’t dwell on that; at least not right then as he went into his usual mode of making fun of himself.
“I’m glad I didn’t! I was only trying to get out of work, you know, not lose a limb or a bronzerider. Miscalculated a bit on the burns, though. But I got more bed rest out of it so it can’t be all bad.” He was grinning and chuckled softly but it turned into a light cough as all the talking was aggravating his throat. He should ask for water but Z’rin didn’t want N’mor to leave his side yet, even for such a short span of time.
At N’mor’s teasing about missing limbs, Z’rin laughed and then hissed with a stab of pain as back muscles moved in a way the burns didn’t agree with. Still, he held onto the smile, happy to be alive, awake, and with someone that had worried about him. He had never been good at receiving compliments and praise so it was a relief that N’mor didn’t give him time to properly respond to how he did well. Z’rin was sure he could have done a lot better and that anyone else wouldn’t have made so many mistakes and would have made it out okay but he wouldn’t dwell on that; at least not right then as he went into his usual mode of making fun of himself.
“I’m glad I didn’t! I was only trying to get out of work, you know, not lose a limb or a bronzerider. Miscalculated a bit on the burns, though. But I got more bed rest out of it so it can’t be all bad.” He was grinning and chuckled softly but it turned into a light cough as all the talking was aggravating his throat. He should ask for water but Z’rin didn’t want N’mor to leave his side yet, even for such a short span of time.