mary ate a little lamb

Lachlan couldn’t say he was a little nervous about being left alone in packlands with only the langur for company. He didn’t show it, and tried not to watch too closely as Tyrian left them to get the job done. The primate’s skilled hands worked much more efficiently than any healer Lach had been around before, and while he was intimidating the rust marked boy was impressed. There was minimal pain and before he knew it Lachlan felt good as new. He was given a small amount of pain medication for his headache and the wound was patched up so he wouldn’t have to worry about blood dripping into his eye anymore.

Honestly he thought that Tyrian was just going to grab a haunch from somewhere and the two of them would dig in, but not long after Tashi finished his delicate work Lachlan spotted the Fireside King in his return. He did a good job hiding how much effort he’d just put into their dinner. Lach was more than curious about what Tyrian had planned if he hadn’t brought the food to him. Already his heart was starting to beat faster in excitement and the return of Tyrian’s presence.

”I think so.” He looked towards the langur for confirmation as a pale paw gently touched the bandaged wound. ”I feel as good as new, even if I don’t look like it.” He chuckled softly, thankful for both the medical care and again for Tyrian being there to save him. ”Is dinner ready then?” He perked, more eager for food with the injury he sustained. More than that though, his stomach fluttered with anticipation at his first date.