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18.Apr.21, 11:55 AM
R’nd could feel his heart breaking further with each little reaction B’jin gave. His mate was normally so lively and expressive that seeing him struggle not to speak made him wish there was more he could do besides hold a hand. And he hadn’t even told B’jin the worst part; that he most likely will never speak again. R’nd may have shut down during most of the drama of saving the greenrider and the explanations that followed but he was holding onto the slim chance that perhaps the healers were wrong and in a month he’d have his chatty mate back, smiling and singing.
“Stop fighting the sleep,” R’nd urged softly, brushing back B’jin’s hair, silently soothing the man with simple and normal gestures. “You shouldn’t even be awake right now. I’m glad you are since it’s easing my fears but the healers said you’d be in too much pain for a bit yet.” After all, his neck had been deeply cut and was now stitched back together. Thankfully he hadn’t had a clear view of the before, during, or after. R’nd wasn’t sure he could handle the sight. But the amount of blood that he had seen would haunt him for quite a while.
“I haven’t sent word to your children or sister yet. I wanted to wait until you were awake and prepared for them.” R’nd also didn’t want to send the wrong letter. He couldn’t handle telling them B’jin was fine and have them arrive to find that B’jin most certainly wasn’t or had passed. But he also didn’t want to make it sound dire if it wasn’t, either. But he’d have to send word soon before the rumours spread and made things worse. He didn’t need N’mor’s soul-searing gaze on him because word wasn’t personally sent.
“I can take care of that while you sleep. T’ryn offered to personally tell N’mor and to pick up Amorandii when you want visitors but I told him he needs to rest as well. He was winded just walking in here.” His stubborn and caring son needed to look after himself sometimes as well. R’nd was actually surprised he left Cazan for even the short visit but R’nd appreciated it.
“Are you comfortable? Do you need more pillows or… anything?” R’nd was doing his best to keep it together for B’jin. He knew how much his mate relied on him, used him as the steady presence that was always there and calm. He was an absolute mess on the inside and barely keeping the tears in but he’d perform an entire musical act with a smile right then if it meant B’jin was relaxed and not focused on his pain or fears.
“Stop fighting the sleep,” R’nd urged softly, brushing back B’jin’s hair, silently soothing the man with simple and normal gestures. “You shouldn’t even be awake right now. I’m glad you are since it’s easing my fears but the healers said you’d be in too much pain for a bit yet.” After all, his neck had been deeply cut and was now stitched back together. Thankfully he hadn’t had a clear view of the before, during, or after. R’nd wasn’t sure he could handle the sight. But the amount of blood that he had seen would haunt him for quite a while.
“I haven’t sent word to your children or sister yet. I wanted to wait until you were awake and prepared for them.” R’nd also didn’t want to send the wrong letter. He couldn’t handle telling them B’jin was fine and have them arrive to find that B’jin most certainly wasn’t or had passed. But he also didn’t want to make it sound dire if it wasn’t, either. But he’d have to send word soon before the rumours spread and made things worse. He didn’t need N’mor’s soul-searing gaze on him because word wasn’t personally sent.
“I can take care of that while you sleep. T’ryn offered to personally tell N’mor and to pick up Amorandii when you want visitors but I told him he needs to rest as well. He was winded just walking in here.” His stubborn and caring son needed to look after himself sometimes as well. R’nd was actually surprised he left Cazan for even the short visit but R’nd appreciated it.
“Are you comfortable? Do you need more pillows or… anything?” R’nd was doing his best to keep it together for B’jin. He knew how much his mate relied on him, used him as the steady presence that was always there and calm. He was an absolute mess on the inside and barely keeping the tears in but he’d perform an entire musical act with a smile right then if it meant B’jin was relaxed and not focused on his pain or fears.
