Anju
Riya sends a soft crook at Boreal’s disappearing back, grateful for the sentinel she acts as, and for helping in the first place. Anju - normally stoic and awkward - similarly projects her gratitude with her face as the stranger begins rummaging around in his bag, pulling out basic bandages swiftly. “Thank you,” she murmurs quietly as he hands her the leather, wedging it between her teeth and biting down immediately. It’s useful within moments as she grunts and her vocal chords strain and warble with pain as he begins to wrap around her ribs and up her shoulder.
Riya nudges her bonded’s cheek worriedly as the woman’s spine arches slightly against the dragon’s side, trying to keep still as the bandages shift against the mangled flesh agonizingly but needing to contend with the pain somehow. Waiting to respond until after that area is wrapped, the Dragoon lifts a limp hand to temporarily spit the leather back out to speak. “I know water’s scarce out here but do you have a little bit for my arms? Wrapping them if there’s still sand in the wounds could cause infection.” She gives a tight, pained smile, small but sincere. “You’re doing great. I can’t ask for more from an unprepared stranger.” Riya nudges her neck then, as if pointing out what Anju had just said, and the Dragoon averts her eyes with a grimace at her lack of manners. “I am Anju, a Stormbreak Dragoon, and this is Riya.”
Riya nudges her bonded’s cheek worriedly as the woman’s spine arches slightly against the dragon’s side, trying to keep still as the bandages shift against the mangled flesh agonizingly but needing to contend with the pain somehow. Waiting to respond until after that area is wrapped, the Dragoon lifts a limp hand to temporarily spit the leather back out to speak. “I know water’s scarce out here but do you have a little bit for my arms? Wrapping them if there’s still sand in the wounds could cause infection.” She gives a tight, pained smile, small but sincere. “You’re doing great. I can’t ask for more from an unprepared stranger.” Riya nudges her neck then, as if pointing out what Anju had just said, and the Dragoon averts her eyes with a grimace at her lack of manners. “I am Anju, a Stormbreak Dragoon, and this is Riya.”
I didn’t mean to be this kind of creature
The brain, the heart, the color or the features
The brain, the heart, the color or the features
