Patch me up

The feel of the cloth against his wound stung, but Rhazien kept his composure- watching Caedes with an analytic gaze, wondering if his question would crack that stoic facade. It must have stirred something inside of the boy- his pelt started to bristle, those emerald eyes overcome with a possessive gleam. Oh? Nearly leaning forward in his seat, he wanted the boy to profess something- but he didn’t.

Instead, he explained his thoughts on the matter while moving on to the next step in his task, having picked up a chunk of moss covered in the salve he’d created. "Then it appears we aren’t so different after all.” He’d say, smiling at Caedes who was packing his wound with the salve. It may have come as a surprise to Caedes, given how perverse Rhazien was- but like his nephew, he enjoyed the thrill of a chase over the dominion of an unwilling soul. Still, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t fuck a whore or two- but he never thought to keep them around after.

Nodding to him, Caedes singled he was done with his work. Rhazien looked down at his shoulder, inspecting it before raising his leg and rolling around the socket. It felt much better than before, though the bite of pain was still there. “You’ve certainly learned her skills.” He says, a final comment that also serves as a compliment. If Caedes had nothing else to say, he'd dismiss the brute and return to the moor.

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