round here the sky's a little closer a little closer to the ground
Aslan had definitely been worried about his father, caught up in the moment and the scent of blood from the kill masking Frith's own injury it had taken him a few moments to realise that the man was hurt. Sorrel had shifted from awkward hunter to a healer on a mission in the blink of an eye, issuing commands for Frith to follow him and the rest of the group to stay. Perhaps it was shock that kept them in place, the boy barely spoke and suddenly was giving orders.
Dinner hadn't quite seemed like the greatest of plans after that, no one really quite certain how bad the wound actually was. Aslan had still taken a large chunk of the kill to save for his father though, leaving it to one side for him. It felt like it had taken far too long but at last there would be a call for him specifically to bring the food. Truth be told he was shocked, would have suspected Sorrel to ask for Félicien or something but his cousin was full of surprises today it seemed.
Eager to see how his father was he wasted no time in grabbing the food and quickly moving to Sorrel's side. He dropped the meat swiftly, eager to speak
"Are you ok?" Mismatched eyes looked to his father and then back up to Sorrel for the healer's viewpoint, something told him that whatever came out of Sorrel's mouth would be more truthful than his father's response.
it's hard for someone to get lost here harder still to get found
