He was not used to having to suffer broken bones for any length of time. He had become far too reliant on magical healing on his world, the nigh-instant touch of wand or kiss of potion righting the wrongs of a shattered body, or even the rush of power and relief from his own healing spells. Sitting in the dark, with gritted teeth and pain lancing through him every time he shifted his arm, was an exercise in fortitude that he would rather have done without.
Proud as he was, the battered bard still leaned in to Rory's strength, taking comfort from his partner's presence even as he wished the hunter had been anywhere else that day than traipsing through the woods with him, trying to find an example of the diseased place Arduinna had shown him. Instead Delah had found them and then the earth had given way beneath them all...
The pain left little concentration for being diplomatic with the Fae warchief, even if they hadn't been distracted by the ominous rumblings and shouts of combat beyond their boulder-locked prison. The ceiling shook and pattered dust and small rocks down onto them and Jigani winced, furred fox ears twitching as he tried to make sense of the muffled sounds that reached them through the darkness.
Ears that instinctively melted away to human again at the first sign of light through the rocks as a tunnel to freedom was opened once more. He blinked against the near-blinding illumination from the distant day, then forced himself up as the voices were given faces - faces he knew. "I can wait," he coughed through the dust, nodding their rescuers towards Are instead, now that he could see how bad the other man's wounds were. He leaned his good shoulder intoRory for a moment, urging the hunter towards the light, but instead of following him the bard took a slight detour...
TowardsDelah and her people.
"Warchief?" he said, voice hesitant as he winced and offered the petite warrior his good hand, keeping his broken arm cradled against his chest. "I mean no offense, but would you allow me to offer you aid? We fell down here together... and there's a certain symmetry in leaving together, as well. Please?"
Proud as he was, the battered bard still leaned in to Rory's strength, taking comfort from his partner's presence even as he wished the hunter had been anywhere else that day than traipsing through the woods with him, trying to find an example of the diseased place Arduinna had shown him. Instead Delah had found them and then the earth had given way beneath them all...
The pain left little concentration for being diplomatic with the Fae warchief, even if they hadn't been distracted by the ominous rumblings and shouts of combat beyond their boulder-locked prison. The ceiling shook and pattered dust and small rocks down onto them and Jigani winced, furred fox ears twitching as he tried to make sense of the muffled sounds that reached them through the darkness.
Ears that instinctively melted away to human again at the first sign of light through the rocks as a tunnel to freedom was opened once more. He blinked against the near-blinding illumination from the distant day, then forced himself up as the voices were given faces - faces he knew. "I can wait," he coughed through the dust, nodding their rescuers towards Are instead, now that he could see how bad the other man's wounds were. He leaned his good shoulder into
Towards
"Warchief?" he said, voice hesitant as he winced and offered the petite warrior his good hand, keeping his broken arm cradled against his chest. "I mean no offense, but would you allow me to offer you aid? We fell down here together... and there's a certain symmetry in leaving together, as well. Please?"
