UNDER WING . Wounded

[hushsound.]

HUSH SOUND

"Link... it's time to wake up."

The remnants of the battle laid heavy against the side of Hush's pelt, the large claw marks from Kydobi likely going to be a permanent scar on this body for as long as he remained in it. Still, he had gotten off lucky when he compared his own injuries to Idyll's. It still infuriated him that the sage had been attacked at all during the battle, but he couldn't go back in time and change it now. All he could do was ignore the bandaged up wounds on the other's face, giving a nod when he heard the sage's orders. He mumbles to them, his tail twitching anxiously behind him as he glanced at Alas, wondering if he would be alright in his current state, "Yeah... yeah, I can prepare some type of gurney. I'll... roll be back!" His voice was rough and unused as usual, but he didn't feel like trying to write out a response to Idyll while also worrying about the injured newcomer, the words just spilling from his mouth as he turned and bolted, his golden paws carrying him towards the tavern eagerly. He knew that there was a fabric inside the building, and he wasn't sure where they would have any actual gurneys, so he would have to make one himself from what he could find. Thankfully, ever since he had started trying to blacksmith, he had become a bit more resourceful, and he was pretty sure he could figure out something to carry the large bird.

Rushing inside the tavern, Hushsound ignored the confused and worried eyes that landed on him, moving into the back of the room and moving to grab one of the spare tablecloths. He then grabbed two of the wood rods that held up the tables most of the time, stretching the cloth between it and tying it tightly to make the makeshift carrier. He then grabbed the entire creation up in his jaws, rushing back to where Idyll and Alas were. He then laid the gurney out on the ground, an anxious shudder running through his body as he mumbled, sitting down and watching Idyll at work, "Here... here's the gurney you wanted. Or really, the best that I could make with what I could find. It should be able to hold him up, at least..." He wasn't sure how much a large bird like Alas would weigh, so he could only hope the tablecloth could hold the male up with he and Idyll on opposite sides to carry him.

tags - penned by @stilly

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