mary ate a little lamb

Now that Lachlan was all fixed up it was time for Tyrian to make good on his promise. While Tashi had tended his wound Tyrian had excused himself to go work on dinner. He'd walked away with his usual unhurried swagger but the moment he knew he was out of sight it had been a mad dash to the cellar because fuck he didn't know what to feed Lachlan or what kind of scene to set. Did he show off the smoked meats? They were kind of an acquired taste but they hinted - at least in his mind - at wealth because who but the fat cats had time to store food? And giving someone food you'd carefully seasoned and preserved had to mean more than something recently killed, right? Maybe he was putting too much thought into it. This was literally just a meal but he'd never brought anyone home before.

Tyrian had done what he'd could in the short amount of time he'd been provided, but all too soon he had to get back to Lachlan. There was only so much stalling Tashi could do and honestly he hated to leave Lachlan in his paws for long. If he ran out of things to do the langu was bound to get into the nitty gritty of sheep husbandry and that was a dry subject at the best of times.

He arrived back on the scene of the surgery with a half smile and the same unhurried stride he'd left with. It was a short jaunt to the barn from here so his heart was still beating from all the racing around he'd done while he was gone. "All patched up?"