Everything has a place

Despite his protests, Gwyn left his hind leg alone for now, bringing a slight frown to the young wolf's lips. He didn't want to make her job any harder than it had to be, he just wanted all this to be over and done with. The sooner he could get patched up and back to his room, the sooner he could rest. That was all he really wanted to do now. Go to bed and forget about today. He had been reckless and stupid to take on the dire wolf on his own, and while he didn't regret engaging it so it didn't venture closer to their home, he was mentally chastising himself while he reflected back on the fight. There was so much he should have done differently, or not done at all, but he had been brash and careless. Now he was paying the price for that arrogance. The more he thought about it, the luckier he felt to still be alive right now.

"My head is killing me..." he muttered while Gwyn worked wordlessly to disinfect and seal the cuts on his face. Although the throbbing was starting to ebb away as the painkillers kicked in, he still found it difficult to focus with his vision blurring and spinning, clearly concussed from the dire wolf slamming his head into the ground repeatedly. While Gwyn worked, he lay nearly perfectly still, the meadowsweet doing its job and keeping the stinging she warned him about at bay to the point where he only felt her rubbing the mushy paste on his cheek. He could still feel the aching pain in his injured leg, though it was dulling more with every passing minute. He gave a short, gruff grunt of acknowledgement to his sister's instructions of needing to get his wounds tended to every few days. He didn't care what had to be done, so long as he healed—and fast. The lasting winter posed a greater danger to the Hallows with each passing day, and he couldn't be out of the fight if he needed to protect their home at a moment's notice. Artorias was just glad his sister had been so prepared to help him when he needed it the most.

"You can start on my leg again... The pain's mostly gone by now..." he said. It was only a slight lie, as he could still definitely feel the stinging, but it was only a fraction of what it had been. "Gwyn...?" The boy lifted his head an inch off the mattress to find his sister's eyes with fiery amber. "Thank you..."