The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

He was so far out of his element. He could barely get by with the basics of healing, but with Demelza it seemed he was forced to take a crash course just to keep her operational. She agreed with his assessment and he let his teeth graze the tip of one ear, and then he was gone. Trotting away from her as he raided her healing kit once more, and grabbed a bowl of water. Her supplies were dwindling, and that would have to be dealt with sooner rather than later. So much to do, so little time…

He returned to her tiny, thin frame. Coming up behind her again as he cut off all aspects of personal space. Leaning over her, he dipped a cloth into the water, and brushed it through the fur that had been bandaged. Cleaning off the herbs as he wet the cloth and repeated the motion until the leg was clean. There was something raw and intimate in taking charge of her injuries. Of tending to her tiny frame, which seemed to require so much just to keep it functioning. “Tell me what to do next.” another soft whisper in her ear, a command.


"Speech"