Freedom Fighters

He shifted restlessly in his den, eager to leave, to give himself a proper wash without a cast in his way, to stretch himself and run the border, to hunt and roam and be free from the constraints settled in on him since his injury. He had finally conceded to the wisdom of his healer - mostly after Io had shown him how foolish he had been. After that, he had been a good patient, doing as she asked, resting when she told him and not push himself any further then she allowed, with nothing but a furrow between his brows to show what it cost him.

Perhaps it helped that there was a small niggling fear in his heart that he would lose her, now that she had begun to fall for the Empress. The Warlord did not want to push away his sister, and his healer, even if that meant long hours of boredom to fulfill her wishes to wait and heal.

He was restless as he waited for her to arrive and give her final examination of him. He was certain she would finally release him back into the world, for his leg felt as strong as ever, healed, if he was to venture a guess. He let out a sigh, and waited by his den entrance for his to make the decision over the Warlord.