12-08-2020, 11:26 PM
NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — Aurum's head snapped up at the sound of a familiar voice, startled by Arrow's sudden presence. It would probably take some time before he got used to her being around, as well as her being in her current form. After all, her having no footsteps made it pretty difficult to tell that she was coming, particularly when he had been focused upon patching himself up. He blinked slowly at her words, nodding his head before he let some of the bandages fall away from his face. As he began to search through his little homemade first aid kit, he found himself rumbling in amusement, "I think you're right about marigold... I really should just ask Moth, but I haven't seen her around much lately. Not to mention the fact that she's a bit angry at me, at the moment..." Not that she didn't have reason to be, all things considered. Really, he was still angry at himself. He never should've agreed to letting Atticus go and try to get help. While the other certainly had connections, he was sure that The Pitt would've listened if anyone had come to them with the right offer, as well as telling them about Atticus's capture. Instead, he had just let Atticus put himself in danger, without considering all of the ramifications of that.
With a heavy sigh leaving him, the lion eventually found the small stash of marigold he had, mashing it carefully before he applied it to the scratches. He winced a little as he worked, feeling the faint sting of the herb seeping into his wounds. As he worked, he muttered to Arrow, a small smile returning to his face, "Heh, I suppose I' msurprised too. I'm sure that about half the medical team got most of their training out of treating your injuries. But still, you were... you are a part of Tanglewood. I'm sure they didn't see it as a burden. They still don't. Kiira, Moth..." He trailed off slightly, his one eyed gaze focused on the ground. It hurt to think about, but there were several names missing off of that list. Like Selby, and Delilah. He could still remember how his heart had ached upon hearing the news of Delilah's death from Vigenere, although it hadn't been entirely surprising. Despite being a medic herself, the dragoness had always been pretty sickly, and ultimately her death had been inevitable, with nothing able to help – not even her own medical skills.
Brushing away those unpleasant thoughts for the moment, the lion carefully took up the bandages that he had let drop, layering them onto his face and humming softly as they covered the scratches and marigold. Once he was done, he turned back to Arrow, smiling and saying with a bit of amused sarcasm, "Hmm, how do I look? Good as new?" He knew that his work wasn't exactly five stars, but it would work for now. Until he was able to get some proper rest once all of this was over, shoddy patch up jobs were all that he could afford himself. He had food to catch and a group to hold together now that their leader was dead, something that was still weighing heavily on his mind despite how he tried to push it away. Not only would there be time for resting later, but there would be a time for grieving later as well. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.
With a heavy sigh leaving him, the lion eventually found the small stash of marigold he had, mashing it carefully before he applied it to the scratches. He winced a little as he worked, feeling the faint sting of the herb seeping into his wounds. As he worked, he muttered to Arrow, a small smile returning to his face, "Heh, I suppose I' msurprised too. I'm sure that about half the medical team got most of their training out of treating your injuries. But still, you were... you are a part of Tanglewood. I'm sure they didn't see it as a burden. They still don't. Kiira, Moth..." He trailed off slightly, his one eyed gaze focused on the ground. It hurt to think about, but there were several names missing off of that list. Like Selby, and Delilah. He could still remember how his heart had ached upon hearing the news of Delilah's death from Vigenere, although it hadn't been entirely surprising. Despite being a medic herself, the dragoness had always been pretty sickly, and ultimately her death had been inevitable, with nothing able to help – not even her own medical skills.
Brushing away those unpleasant thoughts for the moment, the lion carefully took up the bandages that he had let drop, layering them onto his face and humming softly as they covered the scratches and marigold. Once he was done, he turned back to Arrow, smiling and saying with a bit of amused sarcasm, "Hmm, how do I look? Good as new?" He knew that his work wasn't exactly five stars, but it would work for now. Until he was able to get some proper rest once all of this was over, shoddy patch up jobs were all that he could afford himself. He had food to catch and a group to hold together now that their leader was dead, something that was still weighing heavily on his mind despite how he tried to push it away. Not only would there be time for resting later, but there would be a time for grieving later as well. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.
— Reggan