be the lightning in me

Iolaire quieted him, but she had a lot of work to do as well. There were no pain medications offered or taken, but as Iolaire really got into his wounds he had to grab whatever piece of driftwood was close to clamp his jaws around. The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt, he whined and groaned as she worked, biting hard into the wood between his teeth. His breathing hadn’t improved any, each one came in heaving breaths as Iolaire pieced him back together again. Had he been able to sweat his brow would have been drenched, he dropped the driftwood and panted heavily as his head swam. His saving grace was the woman he’d put his life on the line for. Through everything he was experiencing the young man wouldn’t have changed a moment. Except perhaps getting himself torn apart.

He was far too lucid to really understand how difficult the question he gave Emersyn was, nor could he appreciate the truthfulness she offered. He grinned as she told him her name, a goofy squinty grin that revealed just how much he was struggling. Were it not for Iolaire’s quick work he would have been fading fast, but he held stable. The delicately marked woman shifted and held him tight, stroking his fur gently and comforting him through the pain. Indigo forced his focus on her as he struggled through the pain, this wasn’t an experience he wanted to relive. He kept his eyes open somehow, maybe it was a little easier while looking up into pretty dual toned sapphire eyes.

Able to keep himself awake and focused enough that he could listen and follow along as Emersyn told him a story, just like he asked. He looked up at her, still gritting his teeth and squinting through the pain, but he held on. He didn’t let his eyes fully close and he ignored the tunnel vision that threatened his sight. As she spoke he could almost see the magical places she described. He lived in a castle, he knew what old structures looked like, but of marble instead of stone?

The thoughts occupied him as Iolaire finished her work and moved away from him. Just because she was finished didn’t mean that he was yet to feel any better. His whole body throbbed.Emersyn directed him to stay with her, to not go to sleep. He nodded, feeling the reason Io told him not to speak and save his strength. He was sapped, done, through, there wasn’t much left to give. But Indigo kept his eyes open. No matter what.

He heard Iolaire speak about getting him home and he really did try and argue, but it was hard to defend your abilities when you couldn’t even make words pass through your lips. Surely if they gave him enough time to rest he’d be up on his feet so no one was forced to try and carry him. Instead he focused on his breathing instead of arguing, keeping his eyes open was hard enough right now.