Sunshine

*Conan* · 04-28-2014, 09:58 PM

He would watch her quietly, noticing how her silver gaze would run over the gashes that crisscrossed his frame and face. He could sense the unease about her and he could only assume it was because of his injuries. He had practically no knowledge when it came to healing, so it wasn't like he could patch himself up. The most he could do was go and cleanse his wounds in running water, but that was about it. He wasn't of much help to ease her worry about his wounds, so all he could do was sit there until the pain dulled enough to where he could stand. And he wasn't sure how long that was going to take.

He was readying himself to settle in for a wait when he noticed Phoebe looking around, as if she were looking for something. Did she sense someone else coming to bring harm to them? Conan's ruby gaze would reflexively scan the area around them, his senses trying to detect any threats, but it wasn't until he saw her get up to grab some plants that he realized she hadn't been looking for threats. She would tell him to sit tight and he would do as he was told, waiting expectantly for her to return, curiosity claiming his features as she returned to lie before him. I remember learning this when I was younger. We were never taught a lot of healing things, but this was helpful for when we were hurt during our training and things so they thought it was a good one to know. He would nod quietly, watching as she ground up the plant in her jaws until it became a green paste, looking particularly unappetizing. I'm not very good at this, but maybe it will help. Conan would gaze at her with gratitude in his eyes, nodding silently as a quiet confirmation for her to proceed.

The behemoth would incline his head down as the russet woman stood over him, eyes falling closed as he allowed her to apply the paste to his wounds. He would grimace slightly at each touch, feeling the rawness of his wounds each time she pressed the paste on them. He had expected her to leave at that, so he thoroughly surprised to feel her beginning to lick at his cheeks, wiping the blood from sooty fur. Very unlike him, a hot blush would creep beneath his sooty fur at her touch. No woman since that particular one had dared touch him like that...it was a strange...but in a good way...Better than nothing I hope. Her comment would break his thoughts, an amused chuckle bursting from his jaws. Certainly a lot better than I could do. Thank you. He would reach over and gently lick the bottom of her jaws, a rare token of gratitude that no one ever got to receive, yet Phoebe was deserving of that and so much more.

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