Healing is the worst part
06-30-2013, 06:47 AM
"Then think nothing more of it," Gargoyle rumbled when Eren explained herself. He meant it, he'd merely been giving her an opportunity to get out of the cave if she was looking for one, but he had no intention of making her feel bad about not being able to. "There's always other hunts, what's important is that you get better." "I apologize for being useless" Gargoyle heard the words and, though he didn't frown (his expressions didn't register emotion like most), his tattered ear flicked, a usual sign of annoyance. He understood the feeling as perfeclty logical, it had passed his mind many of times during his first year when he'd been recovering from the ambush that had left him more than half dead. But all the same, it was illogical. "I hope you won't judge me so harshly when I get laid up or injured." he rumbled. "This isn't something you can control. If blame must be given, hand it to the rogue who did this to you. But you needn't worry. I predict you'll be back on your paws soon enough." It was the couple of days after the initial injury that were always the worst - every tiny bruise and lesion was felt tenfold where shock and adrenaline had helped at the time of impact. Gargoyle's head turned from the fae when Eria walked in. And baring a rabbit no less. The Chief returned her dip of greeting, and then rose to his feet. "Thank you Eria," Gargoyle said in his low, muted tones, "I am glad Glaciem has such kind souls as you." He staid only long enough to see that Eren was about to accept the meal, and then, twisting his ears towards the cave mouth, strode off into the cold outside world. --EXIT-- |