[ dextera was already mobilizing around the one and a half hour mark, but he knew that if guren followed through on his promise he would be furious to find dextera seeking him with another thirty minutes to go. when the watch hits two hours, his stomach curls unhappily—worry sinking its tendrils into every nerve, until he’s willing to push past the pain to find guren.
guren finds him first, though. dextera is ready to head out the door when guren reaches the bedroom, and all at once, the fear drains out of him and he ignores the pull of his injuries and the supplies in guren’s arms to hug him around his neck.
a dramatic reaction for guren, perhaps, who has known exactly where he was all this time... but dextera has only had the worry and the silence to deal with. he’s not used to waiting, and he’s discovered very firmly that he doesn’t like it.
when he pulls back, he touches the cut at guren’s cheek. ]
You’re bleeding.
[ he’s not thinking about the animal that guren may or may not have brought back, but he does hear a terrible scratching from further in the cabin. ]
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guren finds him first, though. dextera is ready to head out the door when guren reaches the bedroom, and all at once, the fear drains out of him and he ignores the pull of his injuries and the supplies in guren’s arms to hug him around his neck.
a dramatic reaction for guren, perhaps, who has known exactly where he was all this time... but dextera has only had the worry and the silence to deal with. he’s not used to waiting, and he’s discovered very firmly that he doesn’t like it.
when he pulls back, he touches the cut at guren’s cheek. ]
You’re bleeding.
[ he’s not thinking about the animal that guren may or may not have brought back, but he does hear a terrible scratching from further in the cabin. ]