Soul Full of Sorrow

She wouldn’t accept his apology, instead she blamed herself. He furrowed his brows, maybe he would have fought with her about it had he been at full capacity. Instead Roan focused on the drink she offered. He couldn’t remember the last sip that he had enjoyed. The injured man lapped at the offered water, more parched than he realized.

Inky ears were swiveled towards her as she explained his pain management, and how the first night would likely be the most comfortable for a while. He had a long way to go in his recovery, and he wouldn’t be able to rely on the effects of her potions. Not that Roan would have wanted to if she tried. Dapple had dabbled in healing, enough that she could keep the pair of them pieced together. Not having her beside him to see to the wounds he gathered with out her… Roan lifted himself up to a sitting position, almost missing Iolaire reminding him he hadn’t been able to yet give her his name.

”I’m fine.” He lied, his face was on fire but he didn’t want to dull the sense. He deserved every agonizing moment because he knew he’d caused his sister to feel the same before her death. ”Roan... Bearkiller” His shame glaring as he spoke the name he and Dapple shared. His embarrassment would continue as she offered to help him outside. Trying not to look startled at the sudden realization of his utter helplessness Roan simply nodded once with a clenched jaw.