Redemption Lies Plainly in Truth

Perks to being friends with a medicinally inclined psychopath, he seemed supportive in helping maintain the injuries earned on his behalf- not to be confused with compassion or empathy. While Aresenn might not be a toy per se, he was almost certainly a tool to the Saxe brute and a useful one at that. So, when he found some herbs just inside the temporary den he had claimed, he had been all too willing to accept them. Aresenn was no healer himself, but he had seen others make salves before. It didn’t seem that hard. After a few moments spent gnashing plant matter between in his teeth, he pressed the paste into the recently cleaned hole in his shoulder. It hurt, but he was more annoyed than anything. Of course, that had been a couple of days ago, and there were already signs of improvement. It was just going to take some time, and at the moment, that was something he had plenty of.

Even still, it wasn’t all his own anymore. It seemed that he had found himself in a role of responsibility. He couldn’t help the eye roll at the thought. When he had the idea to introduce Absinth to Sephiran, he hadn’t anticipated that it would be his task to ensure that she maintained what trust she had earned. But again, there was no predicting the purple demon- maybe that was a skillset he would hone in time.

For whatever reason unknown to him, it was instructed of him to stick around the lakeside gully- Polar Sound for a while. Absinth had received the same request, so he didn’t feel that he would have too difficult of a time locating her. As he ventured out into the valley for his first opportunity to really explore- he had to admit, it was a fairly nice territory. The surrounding cliffs did quite a bit in sheltering the entire area. The sunshine was dampened through hazy clouds, though at least it wasn’t actively snowing. All in all, it seemed like a good day for a hunt, if not for prey, for his charge. Wherever she may be.

"Aresenn Praetor"