Eventually he had cleaned himself up. The blood had been washed from his skin and sponged from his clothes, though it left dark splotches behind. He hadn't been able to bandage his shoulder on his own though, not from where the monster had punctured it on its way off into the shadows, and the wound still seeped fresh red occasionally when he moved and pulled the scab away from his skin.
He couldn't afford to be weak for what was to come, though. Kiada would need him at his best, even if Caiside's death had brought him low and aching with loss. Ludo and Safrin both had indicated that he needed to get over his need to atone and lay down the burden of guilt that he carried like a second skin, but it was so very hard when people he cared for kept dying because he wasn't enough.
He couldn't let Kiada join them.
That thought propelled him into motion once more, leaving the dead for a time to regain a semblance of humanity and seek out the help he needed. He couldn't find Remi and Isla - perhaps they were still out with Sam? - but there was still another unicorn in the place. Unfortunately, she didn't like him very much.
The bard walked through the main room towards a looming presence near a tapestry. Deimos was never hard to pick out of a crowd, but then, neither was Jigano. White hair was pulled back tightly in a tail, free of blood (for now) and gleaming like a beacon in the firelight. Then, too, there was the lantern he held curled protectively in the crook of his arm, unwilling to let it - and the souls it supposedly held - go.
"Deimos..?" he started to say, attempting to break into the reverie that had distracted the General, but a glow erupted from the big man's hands, fire dancing tame and contained within the callused palms. "Gods most fortunate," the bard breathed, momentarily distracted by the sight.
He couldn't afford to be weak for what was to come, though. Kiada would need him at his best, even if Caiside's death had brought him low and aching with loss. Ludo and Safrin both had indicated that he needed to get over his need to atone and lay down the burden of guilt that he carried like a second skin, but it was so very hard when people he cared for kept dying because he wasn't enough.
He couldn't let Kiada join them.
That thought propelled him into motion once more, leaving the dead for a time to regain a semblance of humanity and seek out the help he needed. He couldn't find Remi and Isla - perhaps they were still out with Sam? - but there was still another unicorn in the place. Unfortunately, she didn't like him very much.
The bard walked through the main room towards a looming presence near a tapestry. Deimos was never hard to pick out of a crowd, but then, neither was Jigano. White hair was pulled back tightly in a tail, free of blood (for now) and gleaming like a beacon in the firelight. Then, too, there was the lantern he held curled protectively in the crook of his arm, unwilling to let it - and the souls it supposedly held - go.
"Deimos..?" he started to say, attempting to break into the reverie that had distracted the General, but a glow erupted from the big man's hands, fire dancing tame and contained within the callused palms. "Gods most fortunate," the bard breathed, momentarily distracted by the sight.
