tumblin' and trippin'
ft moon
08-05-2019, 01:24 PM
he was mainly silent throughout her work, not wishing to distract her from her own goals in any way. he kept his eyes on the paw as it was worked with, noting the way she applied each thing. Benedict tried to be a good patient, wincing only slightly when she applied the pressure. he didn't withdraw his paw though; he only shuddered a bit awkwardly in the air. Moon was soon done, but he did feel a bit light from the blood loss. he'd have to eat something or drink some water on the way back to Abaven to get the flow normal again. "thank ye, Moon" his thick accent said as she proclaimed the finishing touches. no getting wet or dirty. he'd have to hobble back to his pack as slow as possible. luckily it was close by and not on the other side of Boreas. Benedict did not move from his spot though. he remained sitting until his head didn't swim anymore. "let's 'ope m' paw don't fall off by t' time I get back, eh?" he'd chuckle in good humor, his words a bit slurred from exhaustion. the blood loss made him tired but he refused to curl up and complain about it. he tried so hard for so long to get rid of his accent but it did come back in waves when he was in crisis. "where ye headin' next?" he asked her. she seemed to appear out of thin air when he needed her the most. |
to note; benedict speaks with a slight european accent
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