Make Do

Bourbon was heartened, knowing that his care was helping Lucretia return to her optimum health. She calmed down, and rarely left his side. The dog could not and would not complain even if he had permission to. He needed her presence more than because she was his mistress, but because he couldn’t help but care for her more deeply. He didn’t allow himself to say the word love, it would only lead him down paths better not explored with his status beneath her. Another reason he’d gone off alone was to contemplate the thought and how to keep it from showing to her and any prying eyes.

He certainly didn’t plan on being injured. However much he felt relieved to see help he was also annoyed that she wasn’t following his order to rest. Bourbon couldn’t really focus on that fact, he was wounded and potentially stuck down here. Luce looked around for a potential way to remove him, but she didn’t have any more luck than he did. By this time the dog was doing his best to try and find his paws. The gash was painful, but it didn’t hinder his movement too much. He tried to ignore the pain as he looked around his trap to seek out a staircase or ramp he might ascend back into the overworld.

”Can you make it down that path over there?” He gestured to a wall over to the right, it seemed like there was some kind of steep path. ”If you can stop the bleeding down here I can climb out.” He offered the solution with little else to fall back on.

wc: 277
total wc: 943 (if my math is right)