The cold lingered in his skin, numbing him to all but the greatest heat, but he welcomed the ache of returning feeling as each day grew a little easier to bear. The blackness still made itself known in his blood and the veins of his eyes, a disgusting ropy tar in his saliva that stole the savor from food and drink, but it was thinning by the day. His eyes were visibly blue again, and though his hands shook they were no longer tipped in claws.
He wore his cloak wrapped around himself as he made his way into the Infirmary, giving nods of greeting and wan smiles to the volunteers who worked there; the men and women preparing bandages and suturing thread for the coming Long Night, and tending those who had come down with Deepfrost ailments and injuries. He had once learned in the Infirmary alongside Isla, and worked there under Vai. It had been a season since he had had the time to offer his services, however, and with his shaking hands he was nearly useless at the moment - if his still unstable temper didn't make it unwise for him to deal with patients in the first place.
What he could do, however, was begin the slow task of packing the windows with fresh snow moss gathered while preparing Rory's farmstead against the coming dark. He had shamelessly used his Beastmaster ability to send songbirds and squirrels searching for the icy moss and then followed after to gather up the bounty that they led him to. The large pack on his back was deceptively light as he made his way to the back wall of the Temple and began pressing the moss into the cracks around a window sill, humming softly to himself as he went.
He wore his cloak wrapped around himself as he made his way into the Infirmary, giving nods of greeting and wan smiles to the volunteers who worked there; the men and women preparing bandages and suturing thread for the coming Long Night, and tending those who had come down with Deepfrost ailments and injuries. He had once learned in the Infirmary alongside Isla, and worked there under Vai. It had been a season since he had had the time to offer his services, however, and with his shaking hands he was nearly useless at the moment - if his still unstable temper didn't make it unwise for him to deal with patients in the first place.
What he could do, however, was begin the slow task of packing the windows with fresh snow moss gathered while preparing Rory's farmstead against the coming dark. He had shamelessly used his Beastmaster ability to send songbirds and squirrels searching for the icy moss and then followed after to gather up the bounty that they led him to. The large pack on his back was deceptively light as he made his way to the back wall of the Temple and began pressing the moss into the cracks around a window sill, humming softly to himself as he went.
