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Head injuries are horrid affairs, and fairly finicky on the healing process as well. Never really knowing the extent of a head injury can make it hard to guess how long it might take for one to recover from it. Broken ribs weren't much better!
Three days. Waking up this particular morning made number four. That's how long he'd been laying here, nearly too dizzy and in too much pain to even sit up for more than a few minutes at a time. Even drawing breath was a labored task. He'd been able to drink water and broth with a bit of help, though. The couple that had saved his life had done well in bandaging his wounds, and resetting his shoulder back in place. His abdomen and chest were wrapped tightly. They had done well in helping him he had to admit. Not being a man used to receiving help, it was all a bit of a degrading and helpless experience.
At least the empty blackness had stopped swallowing him, and he was actually sleeping and dreaming again. Not that his dreams were much better, rout with images of fellow Brothers finding him and dragging him before Shade. Being sentenced to death for desertion of the cause with a silent wave of the man's covered hand.
He stared up at the sky from his make shift bed, taking a mental assessment of how much his body was protesting being awake today. By the position of the sun, he determined it had been light out for at least a few hours, maybe more. The sky wasn't spinning, so that was a good sign; there was only a dull ache in the back of his head. He gingerly took a few breaths, each one deeper than the next, as he tested for his limits. There. Searing pain. He gasped, which made it worse. He groaned in protest, putting a hand tenderly to his bandaged torso.
And to make matters worse, he really needed to relieve himself. but dearly wished to not have to get up for surely that would only bring more pain. Unable to put it off much longer, though, he gingerly and slowly made it to his feet. It was not an easy task. Pain shot through his ribs, his patched up arm and his sprained knee. His right knee nearly buckled under his weight, the first time he'd really stood up since he'd been brought here. No wonder he needed to go so badly. With that one thought filling his mind, he limped and hobbled to the nearest tree to take care of the matter in semi privacy.
On his way back to the small encampment, he looked around for the couple who lived here. The ones who had saved his life. He hadn't really been in a position to speak much to them over the last few days. Though he had been listening, when he'd been conscious that is, learning what he could of these helpful strangers. He'd even managed enough words to thank them groggily, though he had not offered his name. His name? He had to get used to using a name, now didn't he? There was no way he could walk up to his Brothers, not after this many days, and claim that he had not abandoned the mission. They would never believe him... Shade would not believe him.
"Morning," he managed to croak out when he spotted the man. "Thrasius, isn't it? Might I get a bit of water, please?" Nearly swooning from the pain and weakness in his body, he moved to take a seat near the fire.
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Head injuries are horrid affairs, and fairly finicky on the healing process as well. Never really knowing the extent of a head injury can make it hard to guess how long it might take for one to recover from it. Broken ribs weren't much better!
Three days. Waking up this particular morning made number four. That's how long he'd been laying here, nearly too dizzy and in too much pain to even sit up for more than a few minutes at a time. Even drawing breath was a labored task. He'd been able to drink water and broth with a bit of help, though. The couple that had saved his life had done well in bandaging his wounds, and resetting his shoulder back in place. His abdomen and chest were wrapped tightly. They had done well in helping him he had to admit. Not being a man used to receiving help, it was all a bit of a degrading and helpless experience.
At least the empty blackness had stopped swallowing him, and he was actually sleeping and dreaming again. Not that his dreams were much better, rout with images of fellow Brothers finding him and dragging him before Shade. Being sentenced to death for desertion of the cause with a silent wave of the man's covered hand.
He stared up at the sky from his make shift bed, taking a mental assessment of how much his body was protesting being awake today. By the position of the sun, he determined it had been light out for at least a few hours, maybe more. The sky wasn't spinning, so that was a good sign; there was only a dull ache in the back of his head. He gingerly took a few breaths, each one deeper than the next, as he tested for his limits. There. Searing pain. He gasped, which made it worse. He groaned in protest, putting a hand tenderly to his bandaged torso.
And to make matters worse, he really needed to relieve himself. but dearly wished to not have to get up for surely that would only bring more pain. Unable to put it off much longer, though, he gingerly and slowly made it to his feet. It was not an easy task. Pain shot through his ribs, his patched up arm and his sprained knee. His right knee nearly buckled under his weight, the first time he'd really stood up since he'd been brought here. No wonder he needed to go so badly. With that one thought filling his mind, he limped and hobbled to the nearest tree to take care of the matter in semi privacy.
On his way back to the small encampment, he looked around for the couple who lived here. The ones who had saved his life. He hadn't really been in a position to speak much to them over the last few days. Though he had been listening, when he'd been conscious that is, learning what he could of these helpful strangers. He'd even managed enough words to thank them groggily, though he had not offered his name. His name? He had to get used to using a name, now didn't he? There was no way he could walk up to his Brothers, not after this many days, and claim that he had not abandoned the mission. They would never believe him... Shade would not believe him.
"Morning," he managed to croak out when he spotted the man. "Thrasius, isn't it? Might I get a bit of water, please?" Nearly swooning from the pain and weakness in his body, he moved to take a seat near the fire.
Head injuries are horrid affairs, and fairly finicky on the healing process as well. Never really knowing the extent of a head injury can make it hard to guess how long it might take for one to recover from it. Broken ribs weren't much better!
Three days. Waking up this particular morning made number four. That's how long he'd been laying here, nearly too dizzy and in too much pain to even sit up for more than a few minutes at a time. Even drawing breath was a labored task. He'd been able to drink water and broth with a bit of help, though. The couple that had saved his life had done well in bandaging his wounds, and resetting his shoulder back in place. His abdomen and chest were wrapped tightly. They had done well in helping him he had to admit. Not being a man used to receiving help, it was all a bit of a degrading and helpless experience.
At least the empty blackness had stopped swallowing him, and he was actually sleeping and dreaming again. Not that his dreams were much better, rout with images of fellow Brothers finding him and dragging him before Shade. Being sentenced to death for desertion of the cause with a silent wave of the man's covered hand.
He stared up at the sky from his make shift bed, taking a mental assessment of how much his body was protesting being awake today. By the position of the sun, he determined it had been light out for at least a few hours, maybe more. The sky wasn't spinning, so that was a good sign; there was only a dull ache in the back of his head. He gingerly took a few breaths, each one deeper than the next, as he tested for his limits. There. Searing pain. He gasped, which made it worse. He groaned in protest, putting a hand tenderly to his bandaged torso.
And to make matters worse, he really needed to relieve himself. but dearly wished to not have to get up for surely that would only bring more pain. Unable to put it off much longer, though, he gingerly and slowly made it to his feet. It was not an easy task. Pain shot through his ribs, his patched up arm and his sprained knee. His right knee nearly buckled under his weight, the first time he'd really stood up since he'd been brought here. No wonder he needed to go so badly. With that one thought filling his mind, he limped and hobbled to the nearest tree to take care of the matter in semi privacy.
On his way back to the small encampment, he looked around for the couple who lived here. The ones who had saved his life. He hadn't really been in a position to speak much to them over the last few days. Though he had been listening, when he'd been conscious that is, learning what he could of these helpful strangers. He'd even managed enough words to thank them groggily, though he had not offered his name. His name? He had to get used to using a name, now didn't he? There was no way he could walk up to his Brothers, not after this many days, and claim that he had not abandoned the mission. They would never believe him... Shade would not believe him.
"Morning," he managed to croak out when he spotted the man. "Thrasius, isn't it? Might I get a bit of water, please?" Nearly swooning from the pain and weakness in his body, he moved to take a seat near the fire.
Thrasius had left their unconscious guest to his rest, he would need it if he had any hope of healing, that much he had learned from his own injury when he was still a young man. He had been bedridden for what felt like forever. He also knew how restless one could get when they were injured and unable to get out of bed on their own. He recalled his bitterness at being so limited, and while he didn’t know the man they had been caring for, he didn’t think anyone would really enjoy the feeling of being unable to go any where or do anything for himself.
He had been out for a hunt already early that morning, and was now away from the camp, back by the trees where he sat on an old tree stump and skinned the hares he had shot, they would be their midday meal, and their skin would be used for some sort of clothing when Lais had the chance to clean them and make them into something useful.
His wife had gone to town when he had returned from his hunt. Neither wanted to leave the injured man completely on his own, in case he woke up, or Gods forbid took a turn for the worse. So far he had been a quiet companion, he seemed to be weak, barely able to sit up enough to drink the broth and water they were feeding him, definitely not strong enough to eat any solid food.
Thras finished with his last hare and looked up and over at the camp just in time to see the man on his feet and looking around. He stood quickly from his spot, or as quickly as his leg brace would let him, and grabbed the now skinned hares, carrying the two of them back over to camp, hands and clothes spattered with blood from skinning the animals.
“Of course. Sit down at least, you shouldn’t be standing.” He commanded, setting the rabbits down on the ground beside the fire, he would cook them in a moment. Thrasius limped his way over to the water buckets, using the slightly dirty one, he washed the blood from his hands and forearms before he picked up a clay cup and filled it from a crystal clear bucket of water.
He brought it back over to the man and held it out for him. When he had taken the cup, Thras moved to sit in the grass by the fire which crackled softly in the circle of rocks they had used to contain it, his injured leg with it’s custom brace stuck straight out in front of him as he wasn’t able to bend it beyond just enough to walk. He had adapted over the years, and while he got funny looks for some of the ways he did things, including sitting on the ground, he didn’t much care.
He took a wooden stick that he had whittled, the end sharp and pointy, and he impaled the dead hares on it, before setting it on the other branches he had carved to hold it, and it held the rabbits at a perfect distance to cook evenly over the fire. A makeshift spit roast he had made, and one that was made of natural materials that could be left behind when they moved to reduce what they needed to carry with them.
He then looked over at the other man.
“Call me Thras.” He said. This was the first time he had been awake, really truly awake and able to speak to them.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, first and foremost concerned about how he was healing up. He had a head injury, and Gods knew what other internal damage he might have had. Unfortunately there wasn’t much his wife had been able to do for that, but his external injuries had been cleaned regularly and bandaged up, and from what they could tell, would heal just fine.
“Take it slow. You were near death when I found you, we don’t need you slipping into the hands of Thanatos quite yet.” He said, half joking and giving him a friendly smile as he turned the stick the hares were on so they would cook evenly. Normally Lais did most of the cooking, but Thras knew how to cook meat if he needed to when she wasn’t there, though he didn’t tend to use spices or anything of that sort.
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Thrasius had left their unconscious guest to his rest, he would need it if he had any hope of healing, that much he had learned from his own injury when he was still a young man. He had been bedridden for what felt like forever. He also knew how restless one could get when they were injured and unable to get out of bed on their own. He recalled his bitterness at being so limited, and while he didn’t know the man they had been caring for, he didn’t think anyone would really enjoy the feeling of being unable to go any where or do anything for himself.
He had been out for a hunt already early that morning, and was now away from the camp, back by the trees where he sat on an old tree stump and skinned the hares he had shot, they would be their midday meal, and their skin would be used for some sort of clothing when Lais had the chance to clean them and make them into something useful.
His wife had gone to town when he had returned from his hunt. Neither wanted to leave the injured man completely on his own, in case he woke up, or Gods forbid took a turn for the worse. So far he had been a quiet companion, he seemed to be weak, barely able to sit up enough to drink the broth and water they were feeding him, definitely not strong enough to eat any solid food.
Thras finished with his last hare and looked up and over at the camp just in time to see the man on his feet and looking around. He stood quickly from his spot, or as quickly as his leg brace would let him, and grabbed the now skinned hares, carrying the two of them back over to camp, hands and clothes spattered with blood from skinning the animals.
“Of course. Sit down at least, you shouldn’t be standing.” He commanded, setting the rabbits down on the ground beside the fire, he would cook them in a moment. Thrasius limped his way over to the water buckets, using the slightly dirty one, he washed the blood from his hands and forearms before he picked up a clay cup and filled it from a crystal clear bucket of water.
He brought it back over to the man and held it out for him. When he had taken the cup, Thras moved to sit in the grass by the fire which crackled softly in the circle of rocks they had used to contain it, his injured leg with it’s custom brace stuck straight out in front of him as he wasn’t able to bend it beyond just enough to walk. He had adapted over the years, and while he got funny looks for some of the ways he did things, including sitting on the ground, he didn’t much care.
He took a wooden stick that he had whittled, the end sharp and pointy, and he impaled the dead hares on it, before setting it on the other branches he had carved to hold it, and it held the rabbits at a perfect distance to cook evenly over the fire. A makeshift spit roast he had made, and one that was made of natural materials that could be left behind when they moved to reduce what they needed to carry with them.
He then looked over at the other man.
“Call me Thras.” He said. This was the first time he had been awake, really truly awake and able to speak to them.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, first and foremost concerned about how he was healing up. He had a head injury, and Gods knew what other internal damage he might have had. Unfortunately there wasn’t much his wife had been able to do for that, but his external injuries had been cleaned regularly and bandaged up, and from what they could tell, would heal just fine.
“Take it slow. You were near death when I found you, we don’t need you slipping into the hands of Thanatos quite yet.” He said, half joking and giving him a friendly smile as he turned the stick the hares were on so they would cook evenly. Normally Lais did most of the cooking, but Thras knew how to cook meat if he needed to when she wasn’t there, though he didn’t tend to use spices or anything of that sort.
Thrasius had left their unconscious guest to his rest, he would need it if he had any hope of healing, that much he had learned from his own injury when he was still a young man. He had been bedridden for what felt like forever. He also knew how restless one could get when they were injured and unable to get out of bed on their own. He recalled his bitterness at being so limited, and while he didn’t know the man they had been caring for, he didn’t think anyone would really enjoy the feeling of being unable to go any where or do anything for himself.
He had been out for a hunt already early that morning, and was now away from the camp, back by the trees where he sat on an old tree stump and skinned the hares he had shot, they would be their midday meal, and their skin would be used for some sort of clothing when Lais had the chance to clean them and make them into something useful.
His wife had gone to town when he had returned from his hunt. Neither wanted to leave the injured man completely on his own, in case he woke up, or Gods forbid took a turn for the worse. So far he had been a quiet companion, he seemed to be weak, barely able to sit up enough to drink the broth and water they were feeding him, definitely not strong enough to eat any solid food.
Thras finished with his last hare and looked up and over at the camp just in time to see the man on his feet and looking around. He stood quickly from his spot, or as quickly as his leg brace would let him, and grabbed the now skinned hares, carrying the two of them back over to camp, hands and clothes spattered with blood from skinning the animals.
“Of course. Sit down at least, you shouldn’t be standing.” He commanded, setting the rabbits down on the ground beside the fire, he would cook them in a moment. Thrasius limped his way over to the water buckets, using the slightly dirty one, he washed the blood from his hands and forearms before he picked up a clay cup and filled it from a crystal clear bucket of water.
He brought it back over to the man and held it out for him. When he had taken the cup, Thras moved to sit in the grass by the fire which crackled softly in the circle of rocks they had used to contain it, his injured leg with it’s custom brace stuck straight out in front of him as he wasn’t able to bend it beyond just enough to walk. He had adapted over the years, and while he got funny looks for some of the ways he did things, including sitting on the ground, he didn’t much care.
He took a wooden stick that he had whittled, the end sharp and pointy, and he impaled the dead hares on it, before setting it on the other branches he had carved to hold it, and it held the rabbits at a perfect distance to cook evenly over the fire. A makeshift spit roast he had made, and one that was made of natural materials that could be left behind when they moved to reduce what they needed to carry with them.
He then looked over at the other man.
“Call me Thras.” He said. This was the first time he had been awake, really truly awake and able to speak to them.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, first and foremost concerned about how he was healing up. He had a head injury, and Gods knew what other internal damage he might have had. Unfortunately there wasn’t much his wife had been able to do for that, but his external injuries had been cleaned regularly and bandaged up, and from what they could tell, would heal just fine.
“Take it slow. You were near death when I found you, we don’t need you slipping into the hands of Thanatos quite yet.” He said, half joking and giving him a friendly smile as he turned the stick the hares were on so they would cook evenly. Normally Lais did most of the cooking, but Thras knew how to cook meat if he needed to when she wasn’t there, though he didn’t tend to use spices or anything of that sort.
The injured man didn't have to be told twice to sit. Standing was a lot more effort than he'd anticipated. His knee throbbed with every step and his sides burned with every breath. Kyros sank to the ground next to the fire and leaned back against a log that must have been being used to seating. His sprained and still slightly swollen knee did not want to bend too much just yet, so he left his right leg stretched out before him as he faced the fire. He accepted the clay cup gratefully, reaching for it with his left hand. This made him wince from the stiffness in his shoulder and the tenderness of his upper arm. As he pulled the cup close, he turned his head to inspect the bandage on his arm. there was a bit of blood seeping through, though it wasn't a a lot. "Damn." he muttered. Must be a pretty bad cut. He'd have to inspect it later.
HE sipped the water, enough to take the dryness from his throat, and set to cup beside him on the ground. "Thras," he said, letting the name roll off his tongue. Thras asked him how he was feeling. That was a bit of a loaded question, really. "Breathing hurts, but at least I no longer feel as though I will vomit," he replied bluntly. And worried that you know what I am and are biding your time in turning me in to be executed for striking against the king, he thought derisively. At the thought, Kyros began to wonder if he was strong enough to leave this camp and seek shelter elsewhere.
Just as his gaze began searching for the best escape route, Thras commented that he'd been close to death when the man had found him. Kyros looked at him directly then, his grey eyes narrowed slightly as he searched for some reason this man and his wife had helped him? "Of course." Wouldn't want Thanatos to dig his claws in just yet. "If I was indeed that close to death as you say, why did you not just leave me to my fate?"
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The injured man didn't have to be told twice to sit. Standing was a lot more effort than he'd anticipated. His knee throbbed with every step and his sides burned with every breath. Kyros sank to the ground next to the fire and leaned back against a log that must have been being used to seating. His sprained and still slightly swollen knee did not want to bend too much just yet, so he left his right leg stretched out before him as he faced the fire. He accepted the clay cup gratefully, reaching for it with his left hand. This made him wince from the stiffness in his shoulder and the tenderness of his upper arm. As he pulled the cup close, he turned his head to inspect the bandage on his arm. there was a bit of blood seeping through, though it wasn't a a lot. "Damn." he muttered. Must be a pretty bad cut. He'd have to inspect it later.
HE sipped the water, enough to take the dryness from his throat, and set to cup beside him on the ground. "Thras," he said, letting the name roll off his tongue. Thras asked him how he was feeling. That was a bit of a loaded question, really. "Breathing hurts, but at least I no longer feel as though I will vomit," he replied bluntly. And worried that you know what I am and are biding your time in turning me in to be executed for striking against the king, he thought derisively. At the thought, Kyros began to wonder if he was strong enough to leave this camp and seek shelter elsewhere.
Just as his gaze began searching for the best escape route, Thras commented that he'd been close to death when the man had found him. Kyros looked at him directly then, his grey eyes narrowed slightly as he searched for some reason this man and his wife had helped him? "Of course." Wouldn't want Thanatos to dig his claws in just yet. "If I was indeed that close to death as you say, why did you not just leave me to my fate?"
The injured man didn't have to be told twice to sit. Standing was a lot more effort than he'd anticipated. His knee throbbed with every step and his sides burned with every breath. Kyros sank to the ground next to the fire and leaned back against a log that must have been being used to seating. His sprained and still slightly swollen knee did not want to bend too much just yet, so he left his right leg stretched out before him as he faced the fire. He accepted the clay cup gratefully, reaching for it with his left hand. This made him wince from the stiffness in his shoulder and the tenderness of his upper arm. As he pulled the cup close, he turned his head to inspect the bandage on his arm. there was a bit of blood seeping through, though it wasn't a a lot. "Damn." he muttered. Must be a pretty bad cut. He'd have to inspect it later.
HE sipped the water, enough to take the dryness from his throat, and set to cup beside him on the ground. "Thras," he said, letting the name roll off his tongue. Thras asked him how he was feeling. That was a bit of a loaded question, really. "Breathing hurts, but at least I no longer feel as though I will vomit," he replied bluntly. And worried that you know what I am and are biding your time in turning me in to be executed for striking against the king, he thought derisively. At the thought, Kyros began to wonder if he was strong enough to leave this camp and seek shelter elsewhere.
Just as his gaze began searching for the best escape route, Thras commented that he'd been close to death when the man had found him. Kyros looked at him directly then, his grey eyes narrowed slightly as he searched for some reason this man and his wife had helped him? "Of course." Wouldn't want Thanatos to dig his claws in just yet. "If I was indeed that close to death as you say, why did you not just leave me to my fate?"
Thrasius couldn’t help but laugh at the man’s answer.
“Well then you’re getting better. You vomited a lot the first while you were here. Including on me once, that was unpleasant.” He said, though there was no animosity in his voice. He could not hold blame to the man for vomiting on him, he wasn’t entirely in control when he was injured like that. He was just lucky he was recovering at all. Thrasius knew that head injuries could be fatal without looking like they would be. The first few days that they had their guest with them, he and Lais had taken turns staying up through the night to make sure he did not die on them in the middle of the night.
Thrasius blinked and looked up from the hares he had been turning on the fire once more. He looked at Kyros as if he was crazy for even thinking such things.
“Why would I leave someone if they needed help? You clearly weren’t about to get up off the ground and walk it off.” He shrugged a little and turned the hares once more before he shifted, loosening the straps on his leg brace with a little sigh of relief as the pressure from them disappeared. He shifted a little where he sat, pulling the hares off the fire, he pulled one off and offered it over to Kyros.
“Eat. You haven’t had solid food since I brought you here. You’ll feel better with something more than broth in your stomach.” He said, then pulling his own hare off the stick, setting it aside for a moment before he began to eat the meat from the animal.
“What’s your name by the way?” He asked, realizing that he hadn’t caught a name for him yet. They had just been referring to him as ‘the guy’ or their guest when they had needed to reference him. Now that he was conscious, Thras supposed he could at least get a name for him to make things easier on all three of them.
“You’re welcome to stay with us as long as you want. My wife and I travel, so we’ll be picking up and moving camp as soon as you’re able to either join us or go on your own way.” He explained, wondering if this man had a family or anything to get back to. He had been dressed very strangely, covered from head to toe in dark wrappings, and the fact that he had been laying injured in the street made Thras think that perhaps he was wrapped up in something bad.
But he wasn’t one to judge, they would take care of the man until he was back to health, and then they would go their way, knowing that no matter who or what he was, they had at least saved a life. Thrasius didn’t believe anyone was really evil, just misguided in their actions. Every man deserved a chance to make the right decisions, no matter his past.
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Thrasius couldn’t help but laugh at the man’s answer.
“Well then you’re getting better. You vomited a lot the first while you were here. Including on me once, that was unpleasant.” He said, though there was no animosity in his voice. He could not hold blame to the man for vomiting on him, he wasn’t entirely in control when he was injured like that. He was just lucky he was recovering at all. Thrasius knew that head injuries could be fatal without looking like they would be. The first few days that they had their guest with them, he and Lais had taken turns staying up through the night to make sure he did not die on them in the middle of the night.
Thrasius blinked and looked up from the hares he had been turning on the fire once more. He looked at Kyros as if he was crazy for even thinking such things.
“Why would I leave someone if they needed help? You clearly weren’t about to get up off the ground and walk it off.” He shrugged a little and turned the hares once more before he shifted, loosening the straps on his leg brace with a little sigh of relief as the pressure from them disappeared. He shifted a little where he sat, pulling the hares off the fire, he pulled one off and offered it over to Kyros.
“Eat. You haven’t had solid food since I brought you here. You’ll feel better with something more than broth in your stomach.” He said, then pulling his own hare off the stick, setting it aside for a moment before he began to eat the meat from the animal.
“What’s your name by the way?” He asked, realizing that he hadn’t caught a name for him yet. They had just been referring to him as ‘the guy’ or their guest when they had needed to reference him. Now that he was conscious, Thras supposed he could at least get a name for him to make things easier on all three of them.
“You’re welcome to stay with us as long as you want. My wife and I travel, so we’ll be picking up and moving camp as soon as you’re able to either join us or go on your own way.” He explained, wondering if this man had a family or anything to get back to. He had been dressed very strangely, covered from head to toe in dark wrappings, and the fact that he had been laying injured in the street made Thras think that perhaps he was wrapped up in something bad.
But he wasn’t one to judge, they would take care of the man until he was back to health, and then they would go their way, knowing that no matter who or what he was, they had at least saved a life. Thrasius didn’t believe anyone was really evil, just misguided in their actions. Every man deserved a chance to make the right decisions, no matter his past.
Thrasius couldn’t help but laugh at the man’s answer.
“Well then you’re getting better. You vomited a lot the first while you were here. Including on me once, that was unpleasant.” He said, though there was no animosity in his voice. He could not hold blame to the man for vomiting on him, he wasn’t entirely in control when he was injured like that. He was just lucky he was recovering at all. Thrasius knew that head injuries could be fatal without looking like they would be. The first few days that they had their guest with them, he and Lais had taken turns staying up through the night to make sure he did not die on them in the middle of the night.
Thrasius blinked and looked up from the hares he had been turning on the fire once more. He looked at Kyros as if he was crazy for even thinking such things.
“Why would I leave someone if they needed help? You clearly weren’t about to get up off the ground and walk it off.” He shrugged a little and turned the hares once more before he shifted, loosening the straps on his leg brace with a little sigh of relief as the pressure from them disappeared. He shifted a little where he sat, pulling the hares off the fire, he pulled one off and offered it over to Kyros.
“Eat. You haven’t had solid food since I brought you here. You’ll feel better with something more than broth in your stomach.” He said, then pulling his own hare off the stick, setting it aside for a moment before he began to eat the meat from the animal.
“What’s your name by the way?” He asked, realizing that he hadn’t caught a name for him yet. They had just been referring to him as ‘the guy’ or their guest when they had needed to reference him. Now that he was conscious, Thras supposed he could at least get a name for him to make things easier on all three of them.
“You’re welcome to stay with us as long as you want. My wife and I travel, so we’ll be picking up and moving camp as soon as you’re able to either join us or go on your own way.” He explained, wondering if this man had a family or anything to get back to. He had been dressed very strangely, covered from head to toe in dark wrappings, and the fact that he had been laying injured in the street made Thras think that perhaps he was wrapped up in something bad.
But he wasn’t one to judge, they would take care of the man until he was back to health, and then they would go their way, knowing that no matter who or what he was, they had at least saved a life. Thrasius didn’t believe anyone was really evil, just misguided in their actions. Every man deserved a chance to make the right decisions, no matter his past.
Well that was true enough. Kyros wasn't certain how long he'd been down after the incident at the circus. He wasn't even clear on how long he'd been here, in Thras's camp for he'd begun to register the passage of time again. He supposed, if Thrasius had not happened across him and took him in, then he would indeed have died in that mud puddle.
He hesitantly accepted the small cooked hare from Thras. The irrational thought of "it could be poisoned" ran through his mind. It was irrational because he'd watched the man cook it right in front of him. It was irrational because Thras and Lais had spent days tending his wounds and going out of their way to keep him alive. It was irrational because these people, these seemingly kind and altruistic people, appeared to not know who he was or what the black wrappings he'd been covered in meant. The meat did smell appeasing, and his stomach knotted upon itself from emptiness. Kyros slowly took a small bite. Better take it easy at first after so long without solid food.
Name. Name. What is your name? Kyros swallowed his bite, almost choking on it. He picked up his cup and and sipped the water. "My... my name is Kyros."He finally said, unable to think of anything else. He'd been using that moniker for a couple years now. Though he'd only been using it under Creed instruction, so as not to draw attention to himself as he hid in plain sight here in Taengea. But he supposed it was safe enough to continue using. Only Shade knew his face.
"That is very... kind of you." he said in response to the invitation to stay with them. "I shall remain whilst I heal." It wasn't as if he had anywhere else to go. No one to miss him or notice his absence. And perhaps, if he remained, he could learn more of why this man had felt compelled to help a complete stranger.
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Well that was true enough. Kyros wasn't certain how long he'd been down after the incident at the circus. He wasn't even clear on how long he'd been here, in Thras's camp for he'd begun to register the passage of time again. He supposed, if Thrasius had not happened across him and took him in, then he would indeed have died in that mud puddle.
He hesitantly accepted the small cooked hare from Thras. The irrational thought of "it could be poisoned" ran through his mind. It was irrational because he'd watched the man cook it right in front of him. It was irrational because Thras and Lais had spent days tending his wounds and going out of their way to keep him alive. It was irrational because these people, these seemingly kind and altruistic people, appeared to not know who he was or what the black wrappings he'd been covered in meant. The meat did smell appeasing, and his stomach knotted upon itself from emptiness. Kyros slowly took a small bite. Better take it easy at first after so long without solid food.
Name. Name. What is your name? Kyros swallowed his bite, almost choking on it. He picked up his cup and and sipped the water. "My... my name is Kyros."He finally said, unable to think of anything else. He'd been using that moniker for a couple years now. Though he'd only been using it under Creed instruction, so as not to draw attention to himself as he hid in plain sight here in Taengea. But he supposed it was safe enough to continue using. Only Shade knew his face.
"That is very... kind of you." he said in response to the invitation to stay with them. "I shall remain whilst I heal." It wasn't as if he had anywhere else to go. No one to miss him or notice his absence. And perhaps, if he remained, he could learn more of why this man had felt compelled to help a complete stranger.
Well that was true enough. Kyros wasn't certain how long he'd been down after the incident at the circus. He wasn't even clear on how long he'd been here, in Thras's camp for he'd begun to register the passage of time again. He supposed, if Thrasius had not happened across him and took him in, then he would indeed have died in that mud puddle.
He hesitantly accepted the small cooked hare from Thras. The irrational thought of "it could be poisoned" ran through his mind. It was irrational because he'd watched the man cook it right in front of him. It was irrational because Thras and Lais had spent days tending his wounds and going out of their way to keep him alive. It was irrational because these people, these seemingly kind and altruistic people, appeared to not know who he was or what the black wrappings he'd been covered in meant. The meat did smell appeasing, and his stomach knotted upon itself from emptiness. Kyros slowly took a small bite. Better take it easy at first after so long without solid food.
Name. Name. What is your name? Kyros swallowed his bite, almost choking on it. He picked up his cup and and sipped the water. "My... my name is Kyros."He finally said, unable to think of anything else. He'd been using that moniker for a couple years now. Though he'd only been using it under Creed instruction, so as not to draw attention to himself as he hid in plain sight here in Taengea. But he supposed it was safe enough to continue using. Only Shade knew his face.
"That is very... kind of you." he said in response to the invitation to stay with them. "I shall remain whilst I heal." It wasn't as if he had anywhere else to go. No one to miss him or notice his absence. And perhaps, if he remained, he could learn more of why this man had felt compelled to help a complete stranger.
Thras gave him a small smile, attempting to be reassuring. The man seemed nervous, as if Thras was going to pounce on him and kill him at any moment. He had no intent on anything malicious towards the man. He simply had found someone who needed help, and he provided help. To Thrasius, there was no other intent. He didn’t want anything from the man, didn’t expect money or anything like that. He was simply just a man who assisted others when and where he could. He knew people often didn’t believe that someone would be so kind without a motive behind it, but he continued to do it anyways. It was just who he was.
“Lais says your injuries are healing up well, you’ll have a few scars but she doesn’t think there’s any permanent damage.” He said, repeating what his wife had said about his condition. She could be wrong, but she was usually pretty good with these kinds of things. From what they could tell, the man should heal up just find if there was nothing wrong internally, that they wouldn’t be able to mend.
He fell silent for a few moments as the two of them ate their meat, content to just enjoy the food and having a bit of company. The fire was slowly dying down, but he made no move to revive it. He was done cooking, and it was neither cold nor dark.
“Are you from around here?” He asked curiously. He had been avoiding asking what had happened that had left him bloodied and dying on the ground, thinking that what ever it was, it was probably none of Thras’ business. Not to mention, it typically wasn’t good people who were wrapped in all black and in fights intense enough to be bleeding out. Thras wouldn’t judge him on his past decisions, he would judge the man on his decisions from this point on. Everyone had things in their past that they weren’t proud of, he doubted this man was any different.
“Lais and I are from Athenia. We’ve been travelling Greece for a few years now, just happened to find ourselves in the right place at the right time to help you out. The Gods are funny that way.” He said with a little chuckle. He finished off his share of the meat, wiping his hands off on his clothes, he leaned back a little, using his palms flat on the ground to hold him up in a still sitting position.
“Apologies, my clothes don’t quite fit you properly, but yours were far too soaked in blood for us to keep them. When you’re feeling up for it, we can make you something that fits a bit better, should be more comfortable. Felt weird to do without you awake to know what was happening.” He shrugged a bit. In the moment of small panic as they attempted to stop his bleeding and clean his wounds, it had not been weird to strip him down naked, but after it had been a bit weird, so Thras had at least covered the man up in one of his chitons so he at least wasn’t laying around in the nude. Would probably be awkward to wake up in an unknown place with no clothes as well.
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Thras gave him a small smile, attempting to be reassuring. The man seemed nervous, as if Thras was going to pounce on him and kill him at any moment. He had no intent on anything malicious towards the man. He simply had found someone who needed help, and he provided help. To Thrasius, there was no other intent. He didn’t want anything from the man, didn’t expect money or anything like that. He was simply just a man who assisted others when and where he could. He knew people often didn’t believe that someone would be so kind without a motive behind it, but he continued to do it anyways. It was just who he was.
“Lais says your injuries are healing up well, you’ll have a few scars but she doesn’t think there’s any permanent damage.” He said, repeating what his wife had said about his condition. She could be wrong, but she was usually pretty good with these kinds of things. From what they could tell, the man should heal up just find if there was nothing wrong internally, that they wouldn’t be able to mend.
He fell silent for a few moments as the two of them ate their meat, content to just enjoy the food and having a bit of company. The fire was slowly dying down, but he made no move to revive it. He was done cooking, and it was neither cold nor dark.
“Are you from around here?” He asked curiously. He had been avoiding asking what had happened that had left him bloodied and dying on the ground, thinking that what ever it was, it was probably none of Thras’ business. Not to mention, it typically wasn’t good people who were wrapped in all black and in fights intense enough to be bleeding out. Thras wouldn’t judge him on his past decisions, he would judge the man on his decisions from this point on. Everyone had things in their past that they weren’t proud of, he doubted this man was any different.
“Lais and I are from Athenia. We’ve been travelling Greece for a few years now, just happened to find ourselves in the right place at the right time to help you out. The Gods are funny that way.” He said with a little chuckle. He finished off his share of the meat, wiping his hands off on his clothes, he leaned back a little, using his palms flat on the ground to hold him up in a still sitting position.
“Apologies, my clothes don’t quite fit you properly, but yours were far too soaked in blood for us to keep them. When you’re feeling up for it, we can make you something that fits a bit better, should be more comfortable. Felt weird to do without you awake to know what was happening.” He shrugged a bit. In the moment of small panic as they attempted to stop his bleeding and clean his wounds, it had not been weird to strip him down naked, but after it had been a bit weird, so Thras had at least covered the man up in one of his chitons so he at least wasn’t laying around in the nude. Would probably be awkward to wake up in an unknown place with no clothes as well.
Thras gave him a small smile, attempting to be reassuring. The man seemed nervous, as if Thras was going to pounce on him and kill him at any moment. He had no intent on anything malicious towards the man. He simply had found someone who needed help, and he provided help. To Thrasius, there was no other intent. He didn’t want anything from the man, didn’t expect money or anything like that. He was simply just a man who assisted others when and where he could. He knew people often didn’t believe that someone would be so kind without a motive behind it, but he continued to do it anyways. It was just who he was.
“Lais says your injuries are healing up well, you’ll have a few scars but she doesn’t think there’s any permanent damage.” He said, repeating what his wife had said about his condition. She could be wrong, but she was usually pretty good with these kinds of things. From what they could tell, the man should heal up just find if there was nothing wrong internally, that they wouldn’t be able to mend.
He fell silent for a few moments as the two of them ate their meat, content to just enjoy the food and having a bit of company. The fire was slowly dying down, but he made no move to revive it. He was done cooking, and it was neither cold nor dark.
“Are you from around here?” He asked curiously. He had been avoiding asking what had happened that had left him bloodied and dying on the ground, thinking that what ever it was, it was probably none of Thras’ business. Not to mention, it typically wasn’t good people who were wrapped in all black and in fights intense enough to be bleeding out. Thras wouldn’t judge him on his past decisions, he would judge the man on his decisions from this point on. Everyone had things in their past that they weren’t proud of, he doubted this man was any different.
“Lais and I are from Athenia. We’ve been travelling Greece for a few years now, just happened to find ourselves in the right place at the right time to help you out. The Gods are funny that way.” He said with a little chuckle. He finished off his share of the meat, wiping his hands off on his clothes, he leaned back a little, using his palms flat on the ground to hold him up in a still sitting position.
“Apologies, my clothes don’t quite fit you properly, but yours were far too soaked in blood for us to keep them. When you’re feeling up for it, we can make you something that fits a bit better, should be more comfortable. Felt weird to do without you awake to know what was happening.” He shrugged a bit. In the moment of small panic as they attempted to stop his bleeding and clean his wounds, it had not been weird to strip him down naked, but after it had been a bit weird, so Thras had at least covered the man up in one of his chitons so he at least wasn’t laying around in the nude. Would probably be awkward to wake up in an unknown place with no clothes as well.
"...you'll have a few scars..." To add to the myriad of ones on his back. Mind you, many of those were small and thin and mostly faded over the years. A small laugh escaped him, and he winced for the effort as pain shot through his ribs and his head. "Your wife seems to know her way around the medicinal properties of local plants. Where did she learn her skills?"
Kyros had finished with his meal, or at least as much as he could eat, which was about half. He held out the remaining meat to Thras, not wanting to just toss it aside to be wasted. "I suppose you could say that. I have... been in Taengea for a couple of years now." Of course, Kyros's earliest memories were like a faded dream he wasn't sure was real or not, and the earliest clear memories he could clearly recall were of training and learning the values of the brotherhood. He'd been sent to Taengea nearly two years ago, to assimilate and look the part of a Taengean citizen. To await and be ready for the attack that had left him injured.
...The gods are funny that way..."[/b] Kyros forced a smile. "Funny... yes." he shifted his position, letting out a small gasp from the soreness encroaching his battered body.
Kyros waved off the apology for the ill fitting clothes. They were a bit tight in certain places. "You did well with what you had. I... appreciate what you have done. It is not everyone that would be so willing to help a stranger." And Kyros fully believed that sentiment. Many people were greedy and only looked out for themselves. So the fact that Thrasius and Lais had done so much for him and were willing to continue to help him while he recovered was... nothing short of astonishing for him. They were not Creed, they were not taught the values of being part of a whole, that one's accomplishments were everyone's accomplishments. "There is no rush to accommodate better clothes. I am used to having little." he assured the man.
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"...you'll have a few scars..." To add to the myriad of ones on his back. Mind you, many of those were small and thin and mostly faded over the years. A small laugh escaped him, and he winced for the effort as pain shot through his ribs and his head. "Your wife seems to know her way around the medicinal properties of local plants. Where did she learn her skills?"
Kyros had finished with his meal, or at least as much as he could eat, which was about half. He held out the remaining meat to Thras, not wanting to just toss it aside to be wasted. "I suppose you could say that. I have... been in Taengea for a couple of years now." Of course, Kyros's earliest memories were like a faded dream he wasn't sure was real or not, and the earliest clear memories he could clearly recall were of training and learning the values of the brotherhood. He'd been sent to Taengea nearly two years ago, to assimilate and look the part of a Taengean citizen. To await and be ready for the attack that had left him injured.
...The gods are funny that way..."[/b] Kyros forced a smile. "Funny... yes." he shifted his position, letting out a small gasp from the soreness encroaching his battered body.
Kyros waved off the apology for the ill fitting clothes. They were a bit tight in certain places. "You did well with what you had. I... appreciate what you have done. It is not everyone that would be so willing to help a stranger." And Kyros fully believed that sentiment. Many people were greedy and only looked out for themselves. So the fact that Thrasius and Lais had done so much for him and were willing to continue to help him while he recovered was... nothing short of astonishing for him. They were not Creed, they were not taught the values of being part of a whole, that one's accomplishments were everyone's accomplishments. "There is no rush to accommodate better clothes. I am used to having little." he assured the man.
"...you'll have a few scars..." To add to the myriad of ones on his back. Mind you, many of those were small and thin and mostly faded over the years. A small laugh escaped him, and he winced for the effort as pain shot through his ribs and his head. "Your wife seems to know her way around the medicinal properties of local plants. Where did she learn her skills?"
Kyros had finished with his meal, or at least as much as he could eat, which was about half. He held out the remaining meat to Thras, not wanting to just toss it aside to be wasted. "I suppose you could say that. I have... been in Taengea for a couple of years now." Of course, Kyros's earliest memories were like a faded dream he wasn't sure was real or not, and the earliest clear memories he could clearly recall were of training and learning the values of the brotherhood. He'd been sent to Taengea nearly two years ago, to assimilate and look the part of a Taengean citizen. To await and be ready for the attack that had left him injured.
...The gods are funny that way..."[/b] Kyros forced a smile. "Funny... yes." he shifted his position, letting out a small gasp from the soreness encroaching his battered body.
Kyros waved off the apology for the ill fitting clothes. They were a bit tight in certain places. "You did well with what you had. I... appreciate what you have done. It is not everyone that would be so willing to help a stranger." And Kyros fully believed that sentiment. Many people were greedy and only looked out for themselves. So the fact that Thrasius and Lais had done so much for him and were willing to continue to help him while he recovered was... nothing short of astonishing for him. They were not Creed, they were not taught the values of being part of a whole, that one's accomplishments were everyone's accomplishments. "There is no rush to accommodate better clothes. I am used to having little." he assured the man.
Thras shrugged a little, laughing just a bit at the man’s question. It was rather entertaining because his wife didn’t have any sort of formal training.
“All of it has simply been learning as we go. She’s had to learn some medical things as we have travelled, and so she has. Our knowledge in everything we do comes from experiences we’ve had.” He said simply and truthfully. They had seen a lot of Greece, and been through all sorts of things, and in that time they had picked up knowledge on various things. Thrasius had never had any sort of education, coming from a poor family, he didn’t really know how to read and write, aside from a few basic things. But for all that useless knowledge that he did not have, he knew how to do all sorts of things when it came to living off the land and doing various jobs.
Thras finished off his own food, and when Kyros went to offer the rest of his, Thrasius took it. He was not one to waste food. There had been times when food was scarce for he and Lais, and as such he would never waste anything that could be eaten or used. So he accepted the offered food and finished it off before standing to clean what remained of the hares, standing to toss them off into the trees where the wild animals and bugs would take care of it, before he returned to stand by the fire.
“As are we. But we are willing to share what little we have with you while you recover.” He admitted. They didn’t have a lot between the two of them, and they preferred it that way. It was easier to move on when they didn’t have much to pack up and take with them, and they kept it that way. While they didn’t often have a lot of money, they had found a way through everything.
“Is there anyone that would be looking for you? Family? Friends?” He asked, just curious if there was anyone that they should be trying to contact to let them know that Kyro was still alive. He had been missing for quite some time now, and if he had any family or anything looking for him, they would be awfully worried. Thras assumed the man would have told him by now if there was anyone that he needed to contact, but perhaps he had just simply forgotten. After all, this was the first time that the other man had been full awake since they had brought him to camp.
“If you’re feeling tired or anything please feel free to ask me to leave you alone, so that you may rest. I do not want you to worry about me finding that rude. The important thing here is for you to rest until you are healed. Last thing we need is you pushing yourself too hard and delaying your heal time.” Thras said, shifting a little on his feet before taking a seat by the low burning fire once more.
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Thras shrugged a little, laughing just a bit at the man’s question. It was rather entertaining because his wife didn’t have any sort of formal training.
“All of it has simply been learning as we go. She’s had to learn some medical things as we have travelled, and so she has. Our knowledge in everything we do comes from experiences we’ve had.” He said simply and truthfully. They had seen a lot of Greece, and been through all sorts of things, and in that time they had picked up knowledge on various things. Thrasius had never had any sort of education, coming from a poor family, he didn’t really know how to read and write, aside from a few basic things. But for all that useless knowledge that he did not have, he knew how to do all sorts of things when it came to living off the land and doing various jobs.
Thras finished off his own food, and when Kyros went to offer the rest of his, Thrasius took it. He was not one to waste food. There had been times when food was scarce for he and Lais, and as such he would never waste anything that could be eaten or used. So he accepted the offered food and finished it off before standing to clean what remained of the hares, standing to toss them off into the trees where the wild animals and bugs would take care of it, before he returned to stand by the fire.
“As are we. But we are willing to share what little we have with you while you recover.” He admitted. They didn’t have a lot between the two of them, and they preferred it that way. It was easier to move on when they didn’t have much to pack up and take with them, and they kept it that way. While they didn’t often have a lot of money, they had found a way through everything.
“Is there anyone that would be looking for you? Family? Friends?” He asked, just curious if there was anyone that they should be trying to contact to let them know that Kyro was still alive. He had been missing for quite some time now, and if he had any family or anything looking for him, they would be awfully worried. Thras assumed the man would have told him by now if there was anyone that he needed to contact, but perhaps he had just simply forgotten. After all, this was the first time that the other man had been full awake since they had brought him to camp.
“If you’re feeling tired or anything please feel free to ask me to leave you alone, so that you may rest. I do not want you to worry about me finding that rude. The important thing here is for you to rest until you are healed. Last thing we need is you pushing yourself too hard and delaying your heal time.” Thras said, shifting a little on his feet before taking a seat by the low burning fire once more.
Thras shrugged a little, laughing just a bit at the man’s question. It was rather entertaining because his wife didn’t have any sort of formal training.
“All of it has simply been learning as we go. She’s had to learn some medical things as we have travelled, and so she has. Our knowledge in everything we do comes from experiences we’ve had.” He said simply and truthfully. They had seen a lot of Greece, and been through all sorts of things, and in that time they had picked up knowledge on various things. Thrasius had never had any sort of education, coming from a poor family, he didn’t really know how to read and write, aside from a few basic things. But for all that useless knowledge that he did not have, he knew how to do all sorts of things when it came to living off the land and doing various jobs.
Thras finished off his own food, and when Kyros went to offer the rest of his, Thrasius took it. He was not one to waste food. There had been times when food was scarce for he and Lais, and as such he would never waste anything that could be eaten or used. So he accepted the offered food and finished it off before standing to clean what remained of the hares, standing to toss them off into the trees where the wild animals and bugs would take care of it, before he returned to stand by the fire.
“As are we. But we are willing to share what little we have with you while you recover.” He admitted. They didn’t have a lot between the two of them, and they preferred it that way. It was easier to move on when they didn’t have much to pack up and take with them, and they kept it that way. While they didn’t often have a lot of money, they had found a way through everything.
“Is there anyone that would be looking for you? Family? Friends?” He asked, just curious if there was anyone that they should be trying to contact to let them know that Kyro was still alive. He had been missing for quite some time now, and if he had any family or anything looking for him, they would be awfully worried. Thras assumed the man would have told him by now if there was anyone that he needed to contact, but perhaps he had just simply forgotten. After all, this was the first time that the other man had been full awake since they had brought him to camp.
“If you’re feeling tired or anything please feel free to ask me to leave you alone, so that you may rest. I do not want you to worry about me finding that rude. The important thing here is for you to rest until you are healed. Last thing we need is you pushing yourself too hard and delaying your heal time.” Thras said, shifting a little on his feet before taking a seat by the low burning fire once more.
The injured man was indeed intrigued that Lais had learned her skills with herbs all on her own. Medicinal properties were not easy to learn. The poisons were even harder. He would know. He'd spent years studying both so that he might use the skills to help his Brothers, to further the Shade's designs. Now he had the know how to use pretty much any plant he came across.
Kyros didn't really react outwardly to Thras asking if he could contact anyone for him. His face was stoic, and he said flatly, "No. There's no one." Except the Shade and his brothers. As of now, the Creeder had no idea how badly things had turned against his fellow Shadow Walkers. Being barely conscious the last few days, he had now way of knowing about the routing of his people at the Gorge. But he couldn't tell Thras of his connection to the Creed. He and Lais did not seem alarmed by the black wrappings he'd been in when they'd found him. He'd like to keep it that way.
Kyros found himself laughing at Thras telling him it was okay to tell the man that saved him to leave him alone. But he quickly stopped and winced, grabbing at his ribs. That hurt like nothing he'd felt before. It felt as if his cracked ribs would break altogether and puncture his lungs. After a moment he could breath more easily. "I have slept almost non-stop for days. I am not sure how I could be tired. I suppose I will be soon. But I am fine for now." he paused and considered the man across from him. His gaze fell on the brace Thras wore. "Why do you wear that?" he asked curiously.
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The injured man was indeed intrigued that Lais had learned her skills with herbs all on her own. Medicinal properties were not easy to learn. The poisons were even harder. He would know. He'd spent years studying both so that he might use the skills to help his Brothers, to further the Shade's designs. Now he had the know how to use pretty much any plant he came across.
Kyros didn't really react outwardly to Thras asking if he could contact anyone for him. His face was stoic, and he said flatly, "No. There's no one." Except the Shade and his brothers. As of now, the Creeder had no idea how badly things had turned against his fellow Shadow Walkers. Being barely conscious the last few days, he had now way of knowing about the routing of his people at the Gorge. But he couldn't tell Thras of his connection to the Creed. He and Lais did not seem alarmed by the black wrappings he'd been in when they'd found him. He'd like to keep it that way.
Kyros found himself laughing at Thras telling him it was okay to tell the man that saved him to leave him alone. But he quickly stopped and winced, grabbing at his ribs. That hurt like nothing he'd felt before. It felt as if his cracked ribs would break altogether and puncture his lungs. After a moment he could breath more easily. "I have slept almost non-stop for days. I am not sure how I could be tired. I suppose I will be soon. But I am fine for now." he paused and considered the man across from him. His gaze fell on the brace Thras wore. "Why do you wear that?" he asked curiously.
The injured man was indeed intrigued that Lais had learned her skills with herbs all on her own. Medicinal properties were not easy to learn. The poisons were even harder. He would know. He'd spent years studying both so that he might use the skills to help his Brothers, to further the Shade's designs. Now he had the know how to use pretty much any plant he came across.
Kyros didn't really react outwardly to Thras asking if he could contact anyone for him. His face was stoic, and he said flatly, "No. There's no one." Except the Shade and his brothers. As of now, the Creeder had no idea how badly things had turned against his fellow Shadow Walkers. Being barely conscious the last few days, he had now way of knowing about the routing of his people at the Gorge. But he couldn't tell Thras of his connection to the Creed. He and Lais did not seem alarmed by the black wrappings he'd been in when they'd found him. He'd like to keep it that way.
Kyros found himself laughing at Thras telling him it was okay to tell the man that saved him to leave him alone. But he quickly stopped and winced, grabbing at his ribs. That hurt like nothing he'd felt before. It felt as if his cracked ribs would break altogether and puncture his lungs. After a moment he could breath more easily. "I have slept almost non-stop for days. I am not sure how I could be tired. I suppose I will be soon. But I am fine for now." he paused and considered the man across from him. His gaze fell on the brace Thras wore. "Why do you wear that?" he asked curiously.
Thras felt a little sad for the man when he said that there was no one he could contact for him. Did he not even have parents or siblings or even friends who would care to know that he was still alive? But he didn’t push, if he said there was no one, he wasn’t going to keep bringing it up and pestering him about it.
Thras gave him a smile and laughed along with him, until the other winced from pain. Right, his ribs. Unfortunately there wasn’t much that Thras could do for the other in terms of pain, he would just have to wait it out until his body healed. He knew the feeling, though for him the pain had never left, the large scar on his chest and the brace on his leg were the burdens of his past, and even if he could forget those, the constant pain in his leg wasn’t about to let him forget it totally.
As if the man could read his mind, he saw the others gaze fall to his leg brace as he asked why he wore it.
Thras laughed a little, though there was a small tinge of bitterness in the laugh.
He shifted and began to undo the straps on the brace, slipping it off. Underneath a part of the brace that was designed specifically to cover it up, there was a large scar that had never fully healed. A reminder of the arrow that had ruined his leg, and along with it, his boyhood dreams of being a soldier, as well as a reminder of the infection that had raged from his mother’s limited knowledge of medicine and his families lack of funds to see him to proper medical attention. The combination of both had left his leg unusable without the support of the stiff brace he wore.
“The misfortunes of childhood.” He said simply, pulling his leg brace back on, he tightened the straps once more. He didn’t think that Kyros would want to sit there and listen to his whole story. Perhaps another day. But for now, the other man needed to get his rest, and he would likely not be able to do so with Thras sitting there keeping him in conversation. It was a good sign that he had been able to wake up fully and take in solid food. And he seemed to be keeping it down so far, but they were not completely safe yet. He would need further rest if he hoped to recover fully from his injuries.
And so Thras stood from the dirt, speaking to Kyros.
“I will let you rest. You need to take it easy while healing. I won’t go far, call if you need anything.” He said, giving the other a small nod.
“Good to see you’re still among the living.” He commented before he turned and grabbed his axe, heading out towards the trees with the intent of chopping some wood to keep them warm through the night, and so their evening meal could be cooked later that day.
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Thras felt a little sad for the man when he said that there was no one he could contact for him. Did he not even have parents or siblings or even friends who would care to know that he was still alive? But he didn’t push, if he said there was no one, he wasn’t going to keep bringing it up and pestering him about it.
Thras gave him a smile and laughed along with him, until the other winced from pain. Right, his ribs. Unfortunately there wasn’t much that Thras could do for the other in terms of pain, he would just have to wait it out until his body healed. He knew the feeling, though for him the pain had never left, the large scar on his chest and the brace on his leg were the burdens of his past, and even if he could forget those, the constant pain in his leg wasn’t about to let him forget it totally.
As if the man could read his mind, he saw the others gaze fall to his leg brace as he asked why he wore it.
Thras laughed a little, though there was a small tinge of bitterness in the laugh.
He shifted and began to undo the straps on the brace, slipping it off. Underneath a part of the brace that was designed specifically to cover it up, there was a large scar that had never fully healed. A reminder of the arrow that had ruined his leg, and along with it, his boyhood dreams of being a soldier, as well as a reminder of the infection that had raged from his mother’s limited knowledge of medicine and his families lack of funds to see him to proper medical attention. The combination of both had left his leg unusable without the support of the stiff brace he wore.
“The misfortunes of childhood.” He said simply, pulling his leg brace back on, he tightened the straps once more. He didn’t think that Kyros would want to sit there and listen to his whole story. Perhaps another day. But for now, the other man needed to get his rest, and he would likely not be able to do so with Thras sitting there keeping him in conversation. It was a good sign that he had been able to wake up fully and take in solid food. And he seemed to be keeping it down so far, but they were not completely safe yet. He would need further rest if he hoped to recover fully from his injuries.
And so Thras stood from the dirt, speaking to Kyros.
“I will let you rest. You need to take it easy while healing. I won’t go far, call if you need anything.” He said, giving the other a small nod.
“Good to see you’re still among the living.” He commented before he turned and grabbed his axe, heading out towards the trees with the intent of chopping some wood to keep them warm through the night, and so their evening meal could be cooked later that day.
Thras felt a little sad for the man when he said that there was no one he could contact for him. Did he not even have parents or siblings or even friends who would care to know that he was still alive? But he didn’t push, if he said there was no one, he wasn’t going to keep bringing it up and pestering him about it.
Thras gave him a smile and laughed along with him, until the other winced from pain. Right, his ribs. Unfortunately there wasn’t much that Thras could do for the other in terms of pain, he would just have to wait it out until his body healed. He knew the feeling, though for him the pain had never left, the large scar on his chest and the brace on his leg were the burdens of his past, and even if he could forget those, the constant pain in his leg wasn’t about to let him forget it totally.
As if the man could read his mind, he saw the others gaze fall to his leg brace as he asked why he wore it.
Thras laughed a little, though there was a small tinge of bitterness in the laugh.
He shifted and began to undo the straps on the brace, slipping it off. Underneath a part of the brace that was designed specifically to cover it up, there was a large scar that had never fully healed. A reminder of the arrow that had ruined his leg, and along with it, his boyhood dreams of being a soldier, as well as a reminder of the infection that had raged from his mother’s limited knowledge of medicine and his families lack of funds to see him to proper medical attention. The combination of both had left his leg unusable without the support of the stiff brace he wore.
“The misfortunes of childhood.” He said simply, pulling his leg brace back on, he tightened the straps once more. He didn’t think that Kyros would want to sit there and listen to his whole story. Perhaps another day. But for now, the other man needed to get his rest, and he would likely not be able to do so with Thras sitting there keeping him in conversation. It was a good sign that he had been able to wake up fully and take in solid food. And he seemed to be keeping it down so far, but they were not completely safe yet. He would need further rest if he hoped to recover fully from his injuries.
And so Thras stood from the dirt, speaking to Kyros.
“I will let you rest. You need to take it easy while healing. I won’t go far, call if you need anything.” He said, giving the other a small nod.
“Good to see you’re still among the living.” He commented before he turned and grabbed his axe, heading out towards the trees with the intent of chopping some wood to keep them warm through the night, and so their evening meal could be cooked later that day.