[ a bed... dextera feels plum spoiled at the thought! it’s hard to appreciate it, though, or the way guren picks him up when he finds out just how injured he actually is upon being moved.
he’s no stranger to internal pain, but wounds pulling this way and that, opening in places they had been able to relax when he was slumping over—it’s new. and he grunts through his teeth, a sound all the more pathetic because it’s really not one he usually makes. guren has seen him cry plenty of times, but this is a different, straightforward hurt. ]
Ggh...
[ he doesn’t speak on this one, the words pushed out of him by his pain. instead, he digs his fingers into guren’s shoulder, clenching his teeth together. ]
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he’s no stranger to internal pain, but wounds pulling this way and that, opening in places they had been able to relax when he was slumping over—it’s new. and he grunts through his teeth, a sound all the more pathetic because it’s really not one he usually makes. guren has seen him cry plenty of times, but this is a different, straightforward hurt. ]
Ggh...
[ he doesn’t speak on this one, the words pushed out of him by his pain. instead, he digs his fingers into guren’s shoulder, clenching his teeth together. ]