Poise and Rationality

Concussion. Now there was as injury he was familiar with. The brute had taken more than his fair share of hits upside the head. If his brothers were to be believed, the repeated blows were the cause of quite a few of his problems. Thor liked to believe that the things that made him different from them weren't the result of brain injuries on his end, but on theirs. Surely they'd had taken a number of strikes of their own. Hati in particular seemed like a poster boy for brain damage. The healer told him not to move and the brute nearly disobeyed with a nod, catching himself in time to still the motion. "Okay." He hadn't been tired before, but now that she'd mentioned it Thor found that his eyelids were heavy. Once again the brute almost shook his head, this time to wake himself, before it occurred to him that he'd just been told to be still. His ears went back in annoyance. Idiot. How hard was it to keep still? She told him her name and then was gone, leaving Thor alone to fight the fatigue that settled over him like a warm blanket. He did what she asked, concentrating on all the places that didn't feel quite right. The soft sound of dirt being displaced underfoot alerted the brute to her return and Thor's eyes opened. Too bright light forced his eyes closed, but not before he caught a glimpse of Madieke. He took a deep breath, ready with a short list of complaints. "All of my front toes hurt, but I think it's mostly skin damage. My legs hurt, its just an ache, and I can feel it all the way up into my shoulders. My nose hurts, my chin hurts, really, everything aches, but the thing that's bothering me most is my head." Now that he'd had time to be still, the brute wasn't feeling as nauseous as he had been. His head ached; pounded with every pulse. His main complaint was there. Speech

OOC: If you'd like, you can pp and say that she fixed him up and whatnot; even time skip to the point where he's standing up and moving about, if it suits you.