24.May.22, 01:20 AM
While at another time, S'far's puns would have earned the boy's amusement, it took what remained of Chir's strength just to remain upright even with the rider's help. He slumped heavily on a clean cot in the infirmary and didn't even question drinking the soothing tea pressed to his lips to help rehydrate while his bandages were removed for healers to assess the degree of his injuries. It felt...unnerving to have strangers poking and prodding, taking liberties he'd rather not grant out of sheer stubbornness even if it was in his best interest.
The freckled hunter was obedient despite his shivering and flinching at too-familiar touching. He did his best to hold still when one particular healer groused about his squirming while they tried to apply a sticky gel to his wounds. Pulled in so many directions, Chir almost didn't react when S'far mentioned him staying.
Using his good hand, the boy tried to push the healers away and sit back up. He couldn't stay. He had a duty to his Hold to fulfill. Maybe hunting wasn't anything as grandiose as riding a dragon, but it kept those in Lemos alive and fed. The same healer who'd grumbled at his squirming snapped outright this time, shocking Chir into intimidated compliance. He watched S'far's retreating back with a frown, though his body finally relaxed as his pain ebbed.
By the time his rescuer? captor? fisherman-dragon-rider? returned, the youth had become fascinated with the way he could see the healers driving needle and thread through his torn flesh and couldn't feel any of it. Perhaps a mild tugging sensation at most, but not a lick of pain. It was fascinating.
Though his right arm felt back to rights, the healers had remained insistent that it remain strapped to his chest for several days until it had time to heal fully.
S'far's mention of food had Chironhes regarding him warily. Was it just a ploy to keep him here even longer? Whether it was or not, his belly just then let out an aggrieved grumble that left him scowling outright. No use in denying his hunger now, was there? With a long sigh, he relented and nodded his head, standing to follow. If he wasn't going to get a dragon-ride back home, he could at least have a good meal before walking back. However far it was...
The freckled hunter was obedient despite his shivering and flinching at too-familiar touching. He did his best to hold still when one particular healer groused about his squirming while they tried to apply a sticky gel to his wounds. Pulled in so many directions, Chir almost didn't react when S'far mentioned him staying.
Using his good hand, the boy tried to push the healers away and sit back up. He couldn't stay. He had a duty to his Hold to fulfill. Maybe hunting wasn't anything as grandiose as riding a dragon, but it kept those in Lemos alive and fed. The same healer who'd grumbled at his squirming snapped outright this time, shocking Chir into intimidated compliance. He watched S'far's retreating back with a frown, though his body finally relaxed as his pain ebbed.
By the time his rescuer? captor? fisherman-dragon-rider? returned, the youth had become fascinated with the way he could see the healers driving needle and thread through his torn flesh and couldn't feel any of it. Perhaps a mild tugging sensation at most, but not a lick of pain. It was fascinating.
Though his right arm felt back to rights, the healers had remained insistent that it remain strapped to his chest for several days until it had time to heal fully.
S'far's mention of food had Chironhes regarding him warily. Was it just a ploy to keep him here even longer? Whether it was or not, his belly just then let out an aggrieved grumble that left him scowling outright. No use in denying his hunger now, was there? With a long sigh, he relented and nodded his head, standing to follow. If he wasn't going to get a dragon-ride back home, he could at least have a good meal before walking back. However far it was...