Another Kind of Holy

Keeping his eyes closed, Caiside let Sam do what he wanted, not reacting to the comforting touch any more than he had to. Already, the painful throbbing in his arm had lessened, not faded, not even close, but so much manageable, so much closer to a pain he was familiar with. After a few deep, calm breaths, his stomach was settled enough that he felt safe enough sitting up again, and even nodding at Sam. ”Thank you. It feels...” Cocking his head, Caiside tried to decide on a word that didn’t sound insulting, but also didn’t undersell his pain, “better. Water would be lovely.” When Sam got up. Caiside laid back on the bed, bringing his legs up so he could rest more comfortably. ”I suppose I’m lucky. That anyone was here.” The words came after a moment of thought, and then a short laugh huffed it’s wat out of Caiside. ”Perhaps if I had come back in with you, I would have been lucky enough to not get hurt at all.” Caiside heir of fire and ash