Stay your pretty eyes on course...

Gentle pushing had the grey and sunset tinted male settling back down with a quiet huff, rolling his eyes at the treatment and unable to help himself with the playful flirtatious jab he cooked up in his head at the moment. "If you wanted me to lay down for you that badly, asking or pleading would've worked faster." Ganymede hummed, stretching his forelegs out before getting out the jar of lavender again to begin his work anew.

"No no. You've been walking enough on that leg. I'll get them - you keep gathering what you can reach here."The scent of lavender calmed any nervousness he had left after the band had moved, happy and content after so long of being on edge and afraid. It meant much less lashing out, not feeling like he had to remain viciously on guard at all times. And so the jokes and softer nature he had tucked away came easier, ears perking up at Ultyr's comment at being on his injured leg too much.

"My leg is fine, what about yours old man? Is the winter chill making your bones ache yet? I'm sure I have something that could help with that." He chimed, going to dump another handful of lavender buds into the glass container that was nestled in the grass. Before the sudden onslaught of green and white whirling around his head had him sputtering. Jerking his head up to stare at Ultyr with wide eyes before his lips split in a wide grin seeing the playful smile gracing the other's own. "Attacking a prince with flowers? What kind of beast are you? An absolute fiend!" Tone light, happy even, as he lightly smacked one of the boneset bundles back up towards Ultyr.

"speech"

"other’s speech"