How May I Be Of Service

The last few weeks he'd spent recovering and getting his strength back up so that he may be of use again. He didn't deserve to be saved by those men, but he was grateful nonetheless and sought to repay them for their effort. With his burned skin mostly healed and fresh fur covering his once raw spots, Lucian wanted to get out of the bungalow he'd been staying in and get some fresh air. During the early hours of the morning while the sun was still rising over the horizon Lucian left quietly and anxiously crept around the outside of the hut. The fresh spring air was nice but he couldn't help but feel like he wasn't allowed to leave the bungalow. Pale, frightened eyes scanned around before each step until his attention had been drawn to some flowers that were close, but just far enough to question it.

It wasn't much, but gifting Erystotle flowers for taking care of him was at least a good place to start. He suspected the man would like a gift, even if it wasn't particularly useful of him. Without much strength, perhaps making a flower chain would be a good place to start getting back into the routine of things. At least until someone else gave him a more useful task. He could only hope that he wouldn't be punished for doing something useless when he could've done something useful instead with what little strength he had.

Eventually he approached the patch of small flowers and got a closer look at them, wondering if it was a smart or a stupid idea still. Glancing back towards the safety of the bungalow, he felt tempted to run back and hide.

"Speech."