01-11-2020, 01:42 AM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]Lemy was a tad miffed about the amount of injuries he had sustained. From his observations, he had been the one most injured in the fight. It was humiliating. The entire experience left him with a sour taste in his mouth and a heavy cluster of negativity in his chest.
He had taken care of his wounds after the battle though. Cauterizing his injuries was painful, but he preferred that over allowing someone else to heal him. The idea of showing his back to someone and trusting that they wouldn't take a dagger and tear deeper into him was laughable. He wasn't a moron; he wouldn't put himself in that position.
His injuries would heal, his hearing would return, so he'd best put on his smile and act like the frustration and helplessness of sustaining his injuries didn't bring him to the verge of tears.
When he spotted Rin and Nemhain clustered together around piles of herbs, Lemy felt dread pool in the bottom of his stomach. He had attended the check-ups following the Pitt raid and the scene resembled that. Damn it. He adjusted his cloak so the torn fabric successfully covered his back and hobbled over to the two.
"What's this about?" Lemy asked as he poked at the foliage, feigning ignorance. "Don't answer, I can't hear ya," there was a sour note to his tone that he wasn't aware of due to his temporary hearing loss. Or, less sour...more...? His dread was turning into something else--something else, but what was it? He felt his ears and paws grow numb at the thought of showing his back to Rin or to Nemhain, or to anyone else in Elysium. He didn't want to be here. Rin couldn't make him.
Cauterized wounds aching in tandem with a beginning of a headache, Lemy inched away from the two and bonelessly sat down with his shoulders hunched. The deep gougings in his back stretched and stung as he did so but he ignored it.
He had taken care of his wounds after the battle though. Cauterizing his injuries was painful, but he preferred that over allowing someone else to heal him. The idea of showing his back to someone and trusting that they wouldn't take a dagger and tear deeper into him was laughable. He wasn't a moron; he wouldn't put himself in that position.
His injuries would heal, his hearing would return, so he'd best put on his smile and act like the frustration and helplessness of sustaining his injuries didn't bring him to the verge of tears.
When he spotted Rin and Nemhain clustered together around piles of herbs, Lemy felt dread pool in the bottom of his stomach. He had attended the check-ups following the Pitt raid and the scene resembled that. Damn it. He adjusted his cloak so the torn fabric successfully covered his back and hobbled over to the two.
"What's this about?" Lemy asked as he poked at the foliage, feigning ignorance. "Don't answer, I can't hear ya," there was a sour note to his tone that he wasn't aware of due to his temporary hearing loss. Or, less sour...more...? His dread was turning into something else--something else, but what was it? He felt his ears and paws grow numb at the thought of showing his back to Rin or to Nemhain, or to anyone else in Elysium. He didn't want to be here. Rin couldn't make him.
Cauterized wounds aching in tandem with a beginning of a headache, Lemy inched away from the two and bonelessly sat down with his shoulders hunched. The deep gougings in his back stretched and stung as he did so but he ignored it.