TW: This post contains self-harm for a God Quest
"You an' me both!" Tal's agreement was maybe a little too fervent to be entirely a joke, but haha, what was a little PTSD between friends, right? And speaking of trouble, the courier was reminded of his current quest. One that he could have absolutely refused, if he wasn't so determined to make himself less of a deadweight the next time he ran into Big Trouble in Little Halo. The memory of the Voidshade Ursur's violet roar still gave him nightmares - as did the memory of his missed attacks against the corrupted bear.
Magical healing might have been preferred, but fuck it, he had his ring for that. It would take several charges now, but if Zavien could patch him up in between he'd probably be okay. Mostly. More or less. As the gauze and poultice came out Tal took a deep breath and shoved his sleeve up, aiming for a place a little to the side of the previous scar on his arm. "Yup. An', uh, for what it's worth... I'm real sorry about this. I just gotta get it over with," he apologized, the words coming fast and already carrying a wince in them as he tensed and then forced the blade down into the meat of his forearm. Even with his teeth clenched he let out a strangled yowl and hurriedly pulled the Dagger out so he could trigger his Ring of Mending and send a burst of Healing through the wound to staunch the worst of the flow. The poison was stronger than the Ring these days, however, and there was still plenty of damage left for Zavien to wrap while the Ring recharged.
"You an' me both!" Tal's agreement was maybe a little too fervent to be entirely a joke, but haha, what was a little PTSD between friends, right? And speaking of trouble, the courier was reminded of his current quest. One that he could have absolutely refused, if he wasn't so determined to make himself less of a deadweight the next time he ran into Big Trouble in Little Halo. The memory of the Voidshade Ursur's violet roar still gave him nightmares - as did the memory of his missed attacks against the corrupted bear.
Magical healing might have been preferred, but fuck it, he had his ring for that. It would take several charges now, but if Zavien could patch him up in between he'd probably be okay. Mostly. More or less. As the gauze and poultice came out Tal took a deep breath and shoved his sleeve up, aiming for a place a little to the side of the previous scar on his arm. "Yup. An', uh, for what it's worth... I'm real sorry about this. I just gotta get it over with," he apologized, the words coming fast and already carrying a wince in them as he tensed and then forced the blade down into the meat of his forearm. Even with his teeth clenched he let out a strangled yowl and hurriedly pulled the Dagger out so he could trigger his Ring of Mending and send a burst of Healing through the wound to staunch the worst of the flow. The poison was stronger than the Ring these days, however, and there was still plenty of damage left for Zavien to wrap while the Ring recharged.
