the few and the far between

His eyes were closed, but when Rakshra spoke his name, he was certain it was her. Even in the veil of confusion that had wrapped around him, it could be nobody else. "Yes..." he mumbled simply, wincing slightly as he felt his body wracked with pain. He was safe. She would not hurt him, even if she was upset with him for leaving earlier. Another groan of pain left his throat, as he dragged himself a bit closer to her. He looked utterly helpless, lying there on the floor without even the strength to open his eyes to see Rakshra, let alone to bring himself to all fours.

"I'm... sorry for leaving earlier." He apologized simply, his voice soft and gruff. He struggled to position himself in a more comfortable way, curling his head up into his side. The wounds had mostly dried on his sides, but they were still tender even moving slightly caused him great pain.