The sacred flask did its work quickly. The wounds contracted, became far more shallow. By the look of them, much of the tears' potency had been spent on healing her ribs. "For now, this will have to suffice."
He could bandage the remaining wounds with more cotton, but he wouldn't have enough to cover them all, certainly not enough to protect them against unclean linen--there were no bandages to be had here either, besides his beleaguered wrap. He'd have to scavenge more cloth. But even if he went out now, he'd need to light a fire and gather water to boil rags... and he simply didn't have the presence of mind to attend to more practical concerns at the moment. Truly, he was tired.
He packed away the rest of his supplies, glancing up toward their surroundings for the first time in... too long, if he was quite honest. Ayatan had found a relatively protected spot to nurse her wounds, and no storms blew down from the north tonight. He'd seen no signs of other tracks as he'd approached either.
Rest might be possible here. There was more to speak on, and so much more he wanted to do. But the enormity of what he'd already done was starting to weigh on him. Besides. The bloodflame within him wasn't done with its work. It still burned, such a sweet and nurturing pain.
"If you would." Sleep never found him easily, but he would try. "More questions can be answered in time."
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Date: 2023-01-05 04:45 am (UTC)He could bandage the remaining wounds with more cotton, but he wouldn't have enough to cover them all, certainly not enough to protect them against unclean linen--there were no bandages to be had here either, besides his beleaguered wrap. He'd have to scavenge more cloth. But even if he went out now, he'd need to light a fire and gather water to boil rags... and he simply didn't have the presence of mind to attend to more practical concerns at the moment. Truly, he was tired.
He packed away the rest of his supplies, glancing up toward their surroundings for the first time in... too long, if he was quite honest. Ayatan had found a relatively protected spot to nurse her wounds, and no storms blew down from the north tonight. He'd seen no signs of other tracks as he'd approached either.
Rest might be possible here. There was more to speak on, and so much more he wanted to do. But the enormity of what he'd already done was starting to weigh on him. Besides. The bloodflame within him wasn't done with its work. It still burned, such a sweet and nurturing pain.
"If you would." Sleep never found him easily, but he would try. "More questions can be answered in time."