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[this bleeding purple thing better not be a (mickey mouse voice) secret tool to help us later]
...Gods, no wonder you're running a fever. You look like you've been chewed on — are they all like this?
[He tosses the coat unceremoniously across the room, then digs into the medical kit after antiseptic and something to clean the gashes with. His legs are protesting more than a little from all the strain he's put on them in the past few bells, but that's a tomorrow problem.]
This will sting like all seven hells, I'm sorry. Hold onto me if you need to.
...Gods, no wonder you're running a fever. You look like you've been chewed on — are they all like this?
[He tosses the coat unceremoniously across the room, then digs into the medical kit after antiseptic and something to clean the gashes with. His legs are protesting more than a little from all the strain he's put on them in the past few bells, but that's a tomorrow problem.]
This will sting like all seven hells, I'm sorry. Hold onto me if you need to.
Shhh. I know. I wish I could promise you won't.
[And he lets them stay that way awhile, just holding him, before finally the blue and yellow drink rears its ugly head one last time.]
I could take a cue from Nav and sing horrible bawdy sea shanties at you until you're more than happy to be rid of me.
[And he lets them stay that way awhile, just holding him, before finally the blue and yellow drink rears its ugly head one last time.]
I could take a cue from Nav and sing horrible bawdy sea shanties at you until you're more than happy to be rid of me.
Probably because I was.
[this is the first time he's let thancred see him shirtless so easily. as it turns out- the scars already on his arm also are from teeth and claws, so hey, it all fits together. preserves an aesthetic.]
Don't worry, I can take it. Done worse without numbing salves than putting on antiseptic. Infection's going to be difficult to treat, though, we had... two weeks for it to develop.
[this is the first time he's let thancred see him shirtless so easily. as it turns out- the scars already on his arm also are from teeth and claws, so hey, it all fits together. preserves an aesthetic.]
Don't worry, I can take it. Done worse without numbing salves than putting on antiseptic. Infection's going to be difficult to treat, though, we had... two weeks for it to develop.
You're going to have to try harder than that.
[a hint of amusement there, at least.
and, eventually:]
Bixing said, if we could figure things out if we do manage to get out of here-- they've made advancements. Found ways to make sure people survive, to give them longer lifespans.
[a hint of amusement there, at least.
and, eventually:]
Bixing said, if we could figure things out if we do manage to get out of here-- they've made advancements. Found ways to make sure people survive, to give them longer lifespans.
Fuck.
[A pronouncement full of such gravitas he doesn't even think to invoke inappropriate body parts of Thal or Azeyma or Halone or anyone.]
...Come here, then. Another thirty seconds won't hurt these wounds any more than they are already.
[Carefully setting the supplies aside, he hooks his hand around to rest at the nape of Ryn's neck and draws him forward a little, kissing him softly.]
I didn't realize. I'm sorry.
[A pronouncement full of such gravitas he doesn't even think to invoke inappropriate body parts of Thal or Azeyma or Halone or anyone.]
...Come here, then. Another thirty seconds won't hurt these wounds any more than they are already.
[Carefully setting the supplies aside, he hooks his hand around to rest at the nape of Ryn's neck and draws him forward a little, kissing him softly.]
I didn't realize. I'm sorry.
I've never thought about what I would do with a life as long as yours. I barely even thought I'd survive to see the end of the long road I was on before this. To see the star achieve peace.
[He considers a long minute.]
...I don't suppose you've any suggestions?
[He considers a long minute.]
...I don't suppose you've any suggestions?
...Well. I — hm. I suppose...there is one thing, yes.
[He smiles faintly, but it's no less genuine for how slight it is.]
I'd like to live long enough to see one of my comrades have a child of their own, and play favorite uncle to the little hellion.
[He smiles faintly, but it's no less genuine for how slight it is.]
I'd like to live long enough to see one of my comrades have a child of their own, and play favorite uncle to the little hellion.
'Tis a long time to be away getting chewed on and infected and all manner of...
[He sighs.]
Oblige me and just let me fuss over you a bit, would you? I'll patch what I can, and on the morrow we'll get better advice from someone capable of more than just field dressing.
[Which he. Probably. Should've done instead of coming here to hole up in the quiet and guard Ryn like a jealous dragon with a hoard, but. Well.]
Hold tight. This will hurt.
[estinien voice this will hurt]
[He sighs.]
Oblige me and just let me fuss over you a bit, would you? I'll patch what I can, and on the morrow we'll get better advice from someone capable of more than just field dressing.
[Which he. Probably. Should've done instead of coming here to hole up in the quiet and guard Ryn like a jealous dragon with a hoard, but. Well.]
Hold tight. This will hurt.
[estinien voice this will hurt]
...mm. If that's what you want.
[maybe he wants to be doted on a little, too, but catch him actually saying it.
he leans on thancred, though, and as it turns out-- he's not kidding about his tolerance. there's an occasional hiss as the antiseptic is applied, but he takes it well; he might stitch the wounds himself tomorrow, honestly, they could use it.
the leg wounds are similar to the arm injury, though they're only made by teeth. whatever did this clearly dug in and tore at it, in about three different places.]
[maybe he wants to be doted on a little, too, but catch him actually saying it.
he leans on thancred, though, and as it turns out-- he's not kidding about his tolerance. there's an occasional hiss as the antiseptic is applied, but he takes it well; he might stitch the wounds himself tomorrow, honestly, they could use it.
the leg wounds are similar to the arm injury, though they're only made by teeth. whatever did this clearly dug in and tore at it, in about three different places.]
[He keeps his eyes low and his hands moving, working methodically; inspecting the leg wounds for fibers and detritus embedded in them before carefully cleaning them out, until finally he ends up frowning at the trousers as a whole.]
It'd be better if I could get these off you. Or I could cut the legs, if you'd rather not. I'll leave it to you to decide.
It'd be better if I could get these off you. Or I could cut the legs, if you'd rather not. I'll leave it to you to decide.
Well, the thought of having one of my own fills me with a dread beyond most mortal comprehension. But to claim all the fun parts and none of the work? I could see fit to do that.
[He chuckles too, but before long his attention turns to the fact that, and so they come back to this again. Could Ryn live without his void? Could he live without his friends?]
...There is someone I need to see again, yes. Not quite on my own star, but on one of the shards surrounding it. She knows Urianger and the others already. She should meet you, too, someday.
[He chuckles too, but before long his attention turns to the fact that, and so they come back to this again. Could Ryn live without his void? Could he live without his friends?]
...There is someone I need to see again, yes. Not quite on my own star, but on one of the shards surrounding it. She knows Urianger and the others already. She should meet you, too, someday.
I can lift you. Try to stay relaxed.
[And he does, in fact, move to unfasten Ryn's trousers and make good on precisely that statement, carefully lifting him up and off the nook cushions as needed while he maneuvers the fabric free and eventually divests him of it.]
Mm. The cream for these, I think.
[He says, mostly muttering to himself as he digs into the medical kit again after the new wave of supplies he needs.]
[And he does, in fact, move to unfasten Ryn's trousers and make good on precisely that statement, carefully lifting him up and off the nook cushions as needed while he maneuvers the fabric free and eventually divests him of it.]
Mm. The cream for these, I think.
[He says, mostly muttering to himself as he digs into the medical kit again after the new wave of supplies he needs.]
...if we get a someday, then, if it turns out that we can make sure you'll live to see it, I'll... we can arrange it. Somehow.
[he doesn't have any idea if it would be remotely possible, but what if it is? they have gods here and it's not like interplanetary travel is unknown even in warcraft canon.]
[he doesn't have any idea if it would be remotely possible, but what if it is? they have gods here and it's not like interplanetary travel is unknown even in warcraft canon.]
...Ah. Right. Right, of course.
[He did not, it seems, realize that. At least he has the decency to look sheepish about it.]
Consider me your hands, then. I'm at your direction.
[The comment about the rash, though, is an odd one, and he narrows his eyes even as he's organizing the supplies to begin following the process Ryn lays out.]
Where do you suppose it came from? Irritation from the clothes? Allergies?
[He did not, it seems, realize that. At least he has the decency to look sheepish about it.]
Consider me your hands, then. I'm at your direction.
[The comment about the rash, though, is an odd one, and he narrows his eyes even as he's organizing the supplies to begin following the process Ryn lays out.]
Where do you suppose it came from? Irritation from the clothes? Allergies?
Careful, now. That almost sounds like hope you're kindling.
[Hope worthy of a kiss, in fact, and thus Ryn is rewarded with one.]
It's funny. Usually I'm the cynic among my comrades, but here I am, the bright-eyed idealist by comparison. Such an unusual change of pace.
[Hope worthy of a kiss, in fact, and thus Ryn is rewarded with one.]
It's funny. Usually I'm the cynic among my comrades, but here I am, the bright-eyed idealist by comparison. Such an unusual change of pace.
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