Games at the border
Malalia
05-15-2020, 03:34 PM
"I know..." Mal only shrugged. "Sorry. I feel bad about getting us into this mess." He was correct about the bruises, though that didn't ease the churning in her gut. She wished she could do more for him. He shouldn't have had them in the first place. She should've kept them alert for their patrol... she should've done a lot of things better. Still, the shy smile he offered up was enough to soothe her guilt, at least for a little while.
At the mention of healing her own wounds, she considered the question for a moment. What she wanted to do was find somewhere to sulk, and lick her wounds alone and in peace. The smart thing to do was get patched up, though... but she'd used the few marigolds available for Mortis' own wounds. His expression at the mention of Io did not go unnoticed, and she bumped her head against his shoulder in sympathy. "She should really see about that wing, Mort." A sprain wasn't the worst thing in the world, but the she-wolf was feeling bad enough already. She didn't want to make things worse.