26.Feb.21, 11:01 AM
D'io didn't quite understand, still, why her face would flush so deeply at something she was curious about. He didn't press her though as the healer poked and prodded her leg. D'io had grimaced at the sight of the knee not quite where it was supposed to be and thanked fuck that he had a stronger stomach than some. "Sure," he told her as her little hand gripped his in a stranglehold, "I'll take it back with you and you can find something that is better."
He missed the laughed smirk healer as D'io focused on keeping Ferra's mind off what was happening. His curiosity would have been heightened at the strangled guffaw of the man as he'd listened to them. D'io didn't know the healer had gotten quite the look at the title of the book. He didn't like the sounds she made as the man examined her and he was frowning by the time the man had finally grabbed her leg tight and jerked. The pop of her knee was a little satisfying to the brownrider and knew it had to feel so much better for Ferra.
The sound she made when the dislocation was put back into place made the brownrider uncomfortable until he shook it off. He helped the healer get Ferra back on her feet, knee wrapped with numbweed slapped beneath the cloth. He grabbed the jar the healer handed over just in case she had more pain and shook his head as the little shit started taking little steps. "Should I carry you again?" he frowned at her and ignored the shake of the healer's head, "If it hurts too much I will, you're not heavy or anything."
He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and as far beneath an arm as he could with their height difference. "You couldn't make me not come with you," he told her seriously, "What if you fall again? What kind of asshole would I be if I just left you alone. We got books to pick out to read." He was going to hold her to the reading and D'io knew he didn't have to make a note to remember to do so, Shirrikath would probably poke him until he made it to Ista and Ferra.
Looks like the start of a beautiful friendship here. Don't mess it up D'io.
He missed the laughed smirk healer as D'io focused on keeping Ferra's mind off what was happening. His curiosity would have been heightened at the strangled guffaw of the man as he'd listened to them. D'io didn't know the healer had gotten quite the look at the title of the book. He didn't like the sounds she made as the man examined her and he was frowning by the time the man had finally grabbed her leg tight and jerked. The pop of her knee was a little satisfying to the brownrider and knew it had to feel so much better for Ferra.
The sound she made when the dislocation was put back into place made the brownrider uncomfortable until he shook it off. He helped the healer get Ferra back on her feet, knee wrapped with numbweed slapped beneath the cloth. He grabbed the jar the healer handed over just in case she had more pain and shook his head as the little shit started taking little steps. "Should I carry you again?" he frowned at her and ignored the shake of the healer's head, "If it hurts too much I will, you're not heavy or anything."
He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and as far beneath an arm as he could with their height difference. "You couldn't make me not come with you," he told her seriously, "What if you fall again? What kind of asshole would I be if I just left you alone. We got books to pick out to read." He was going to hold her to the reading and D'io knew he didn't have to make a note to remember to do so, Shirrikath would probably poke him until he made it to Ista and Ferra.
Looks like the start of a beautiful friendship here. Don't mess it up D'io.