This Pain is My Doing

Sleep, days and days of sleep. The journey had not been some bed of dreams for him to rest up during. Every small jolt and bump shook him to the core and by the time they finally returned to the Hallows he was barely conscious. Maybe it would have been better for him to have passed out at the beginning of the trip but he held on stubbornly. He vaguely remembered seeing Ulric and then there was just nothing. Not for a long while.

There weren’t many dreams but when they did wave and ebb they were mostly full of pain. Flashes of the battle and Emersyn interrupted him. It was odd, despite everything he felt like her presence was always there. Eventually he had to open his eyes, and when he did Indigo wasn’t surprised to see the subdued violet tones of Emersyn’s form. He breathed deeply, subduing the ache from his belly. He didn’t want to move. His whole body throbbed, not just the wounds that were slowly beginning to heal. Indigo wasn’t going to die, but he could still mess himself up if he did something wrong. Not that he truly comprehended the potential consequences, he hadn’t when he’d jumped right into a fight.

Indigo blinked back his sleep, head on his paws and his gaze angled towards Emersyn. The sight of her brought everything back, the sudden sight of her, the wolf following her. The fight. The massive maned man heaved a sigh, further trying to ignore the stitched flesh at his belly. ”Emersyn,” his voice was soft but held a bit of relief. Mostly that she had made it back, and was recovering after everything. ”You’re… here.” He blinked back his sleep and lifted his head carefully. ”I mean… Thank you.” He knew it wasn’t Iolaire that carried him back here, and Indigo wasn’t walking back himself. Not with the massive gash.

The Fatalis didn’t know where she might have intended to go after all of this, but he didn’t know that she would survive the onslaught before her. Indigo had almost fallen to the hunter and he was in full health at the time, he hated to think about what would have happened to the intricately marked woman if he wasn’t there. Were he given the chance Indigo would have done the same thing again. He couldn’t have left her for dead, it wasn’t in his nature. He was it as an injustice and wouldn’t allow it to stand, at any cost to himself.