don't try to fix me i'm not broken

Samara was able to stop him in the sense that he wasn’t going anywhere even if she hadn’t forbidden it. Rhyme sighed heavily in defeat as she told him he would be no good to them in this condition. He blinked open his eyes to find her sapphire stare as she brought him a bit of herbs to chew on. He didn’t have the energy to nod and chew so he only did the latter. His tired brain kind of recognized the herb, but he was too sleepy. ”Should I chew or talk?” He teased her as he managed to keep his eyes at least half open.

She guided his train of thought towards a couple of more specific questions. ”No, I’m fine. Tired.” He mumbled as he continued to chew on the roots. He hadn’t realized how close she was until he felt her tongue against his fur. ”Don’t trouble yourself,” he protested weakly, unable to stop her. He could hardly move he was so exhausted. He closed his eyes, but allowed his words to continue. ”Winning my first real spar against my sister.” He muttered, remembering the event well. Not that he’d been able to beat her by much. ”I wish I could go back in time, sometimes” His voice trailed off as he struggled to follow her order to stay awake.