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As much as the man struggled he did try to do as he was asked. Obviously he ached to much to think about relaxing too much. Erys just wanted him to know that he wasn’t going to hurt him. He paused for a moment to offer the pre mixed concoction. It wasn’t much, and he’d had to ask Siren to help him, but it was enough to tide him over until they could.. Get back to Fenmyre? As the once bound man took the prescription Erys’ ghostly eyes lifted to the horizon, wondering what the next step was. Did Chimera want to take him home? Could they leave him here? He’d die.

He tried to push the thought away for now as he went over his coat gently and before long he was asleep. Exhausted, near death… Erys hoped he wasn’t going into shock. Before he could do much more he heard Chimera through the brush, and he leaned into the affection the King offered. Despite the situation at hand he put a grin on Erys’ pale features. There was a stream nearby, and he’d carry him. It was better than what he was doing now. Erys nodded and stepped back.

He followed Chimera and his… charge, as they made it to the clear spring. Chi set him down near the water and move off quickly. Erys had been surprised th eKing had carried him a second time with how filthy he was. Again and again Chimera showed who he really was in his actions. Of course, Erys really only knew this softer side of him. It's what he had fallen in… It was what attracted him to Chimera.

Erys didn’t hesitate and swiftly got to work bathing the poor man. He’d use his fur cloth, wetting it before running it over his coat. Erystotle was careful not to aggravate his sunburns or disturb shallow scabs. He was gentle as could be while carefully cleaning his ivory and silver coat.

"Erystotle Atlas"