Fetch! Yes, Warlord!

At his words, Ignita did shut up, which was a good thing. His head was a mess, everything was too bright, too loud, and it pounded something terrible. He was grateful to see the healer return. He’d never been so happy to see Ollie this time, but in truth he was a little bit scared. He hated showing weakness, and while he wouldn’t have admitted it outloud, there was a comfort to having Ignita there beside him. Who, apparently, was made of stronger stuff than he would have guessed.

“Everything hurts, hard to move” He panted softly to the healer, glaring at having his eyes forced wider open. “It’s better than what I was first hit”[b] He admitted, he could feel his extremities now. He clenched and unclenched his toes, just to prove to himself that he could.

[b]"Basilisk" || "Iggy"