Blinded by the light

The world was dark, dappled in sunlight. The woods smelled fresh and inviting, but all Remi could taste was blood and tears and ruin. The shock had warn off, metaphorically and physically, and now every twitch of his eyebrow and flare of his nostrils sent a ricochet of pain throbbing through the thin skin of his face. Arduinna's claws had made neat work of his boyish features, entirely gauging one eye and making a bloody mess of the rest of his face. Even when his eyelashes parted from beneath a thick gum of dried blood, Remi saw nothing. He saw nothing, but he felt everything. The need to cry was great, but tears burned like acid. Even letting his lips form a whimper ached. "Please—" Remi moaned to no one in particular. On his hands and knees he'd crawled to the base of a tree and leaned up against it. Conjuring a bandage he wrapped it around his forehead and eyes, not knowing how or what he ought to do, but knowing only that he should try to staunch the bleeding. Isla— He called through their bond, knowing that she was too far away to hear him but needing to try just the same. remi Too long till I drown in your hands