This Pain is My Doing

He was mostly upright but perhaps a little tilted as he tried to prop himself up to actually face Emersyn appropriately. He wasn’t expecting the look of relief on her features as she thanked the gods for his wakefulness and closed the distance between them. He wasn’t expecting her to still be hanging around, not when she had been chased so hard before. Indigo couldn’t deny his relief that she had accepted an invitation to heal here in the Hallows. Indy knew that he would do the exact same thing if Emersyn was threatened here in the Hallows, he’d also have back up from the rest of the pack.

She lowered herself beside him, and Indigo was struck by how similar they were in size, he wasn’t sure why his mind had remembered her much smaller, but then again she had hardly been able to even stand at the time. With her closer Indigo lowered his head back to his arm and looked up at her as he fought off a spell of dizziness. He focused on her good natured words, again surprised at her attachment after he’d fought and killed the monster after her. He tried not to dwell on his actions, Indigo was still disturbed by what he had done. There was no other choice so he tried not to dwell, but he felt different after taking another wolf’s life.

”I don’t know, he took me down pretty efficiently.” Indigo groaned lightly, but that wasn’t the point of this conversation anyway. No matter what happened he was the victor, even if he had to suffer through this recovery. What really mattered was that Emersyn was still here, and still lingering in the Hallows and his presence. Sense of duty or not she had injuries that needed seen to and recovery before she could continue onwards. Wherever that might be.

He chuckled lightly, but started coughing at the pain when she asked him how he was but followed up with a quick curiosity about his needs. ”I could be worse.” He offered honestly to her first question, but he couldn’t help the look of darkness that overtook him. Indigo’s bright blue gaze shifted from Emersyn as he spoke again. ”I just…” He started poorly. ”I don’t like to be alone,” he admitted to her quietly, a small confession from his inky black lips. Did he feel ashamed? Maybe. She’d seen what he could do but now she was allowed the inverse. Huge physical strength, itty bitty baby emotional power.