This loss feels like a welcome home

He didn’t remember the journey to the medbay. He drifted in and out of consciousness from there. Aware of wolves hovering over him, sowing shut his flesh. Darkness. More sounds, people moving, the pull and tug of his skin. Darkness. The spots of consciousness became longer, someone was feeding him red meat and herbs for the blood loss. Then it was quiet, there was just one healer left in the room. Gwynevere.

Movement caught his eye, and he watched as Tamsyn entered the room. He yawned, exhausted beyond belief, and wondered if he could use sleep as an excuse to buy himself a little more time. His lip twitched as through he wanted to smile, but couldn’t quite manage it.

She sat on the floor beside him, her head rested on his head. He closed his eyes, and leaned his head lightly against her. He wasn’t thinking about Zee. He couldn’t think about Zee. He trembled slightly. Her anger was well justified “I have never been so foolish” he whispered softly to his friend.

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