It all came crashing down

He listened to her careful explanation. Not interrupting, despite the slow pace of her words as she struggled past the obvious fogginess in her head. What she said made sense, though he didn’t really know the full logistics of it - had never studied food decay. He believed in his grandfather's system, but systems could always be improved, right? “Acceptable.” he said shortly as she stopped to catch her breath.

He did struggle not to make a face as she explained her climbing contraptions. “Climbing is… off limits without supervision from now on. At least, that sort of climbing. understood? “ he said, holding eye contact to ensure she did before continuing. “You’re in the spare room of the Warlor--my den at the moment. You’ll stay here until you recover. If you need anything.. Drawing books, meds for your… heat. Tell me, and I’ll fetch them for you. But don’t get used to it, I'm not your errand boy.” he said, adding a growl back to his voice again.


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