Both of the men were hurting, though arguably Chuy's hurt right now was more physical than emotional. His head still felt like it was ready to split open, like some obnoxious person was pounding on his very brain with a battering ram, but the waves of nausea were lessening, and he was able to focus a bit clearer as time went by.
Korbin's pain was arguably deeper, and far more permanent than his concussion. The farmer wished he could reach into Korbin and bear the pain for him, carry him through this tough time so that he could get back to living. But nothing in life was that easy - the raven-boy would need to endure this alone.
Time passed, though a lot of it went by in a blur of medical ministrations by the boy. Chulane let him work, trusting him to do what was right, and able to correct him as his thoughts became clearer if needed. A soft mumble sounded from the boy, and Chuy sounded a soft murmuring noise of acknowledgement, not wanting to move lest he disrupt the efforts Korbin was making on his wound.
"No mighty battle scars to show off? You'll have to get a better shot in next time mate." He half-heartedly tried to joke, to show that he had no hard feelings for the boy. He was getting better, though he was suddenly thirsty. It could wait, though.
"You're not bad at this whole healer thing, y'know. You could'a left me." He spoke the words softly, not jesting or joking around, but just quietly commenting, to see what the boy might have to say in response.
Korbin's pain was arguably deeper, and far more permanent than his concussion. The farmer wished he could reach into Korbin and bear the pain for him, carry him through this tough time so that he could get back to living. But nothing in life was that easy - the raven-boy would need to endure this alone.
Time passed, though a lot of it went by in a blur of medical ministrations by the boy. Chulane let him work, trusting him to do what was right, and able to correct him as his thoughts became clearer if needed. A soft mumble sounded from the boy, and Chuy sounded a soft murmuring noise of acknowledgement, not wanting to move lest he disrupt the efforts Korbin was making on his wound.
"No mighty battle scars to show off? You'll have to get a better shot in next time mate." He half-heartedly tried to joke, to show that he had no hard feelings for the boy. He was getting better, though he was suddenly thirsty. It could wait, though.
"You're not bad at this whole healer thing, y'know. You could'a left me." He spoke the words softly, not jesting or joking around, but just quietly commenting, to see what the boy might have to say in response.
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