P a n g a e a
'Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get
He was working quickly, as much as possible - to which she was relieved, would rather he get it done as quickly as possible. She was not prepared for how bad it would hurt. She had dealt with injuries and pain before, but to have wounded prodded at was a new experience, especially one's that had fostered for so long. He seemed to slow, to pause, and she slowly unclamps her jaws from her claw digit, her gaze slowly lifted as she blinks back to tears. His eyes are on the deep laceration of where teeth had slid through flesh and tough saurian hide like jello.
His expression was difficult to read even as he set himself u to soak another bandage. He asks her about the Teryr then, and she assumes he is done for the moment as he stands. Her eyes follow him, pausing to gather her wits, "I am surprised you are not aware. . . They are large beast with great wings and long claws and teeth in Solterra. Had been causing a problem for Levi, so he had organized a hunt for one. There were eight? Or nine in out party that set out to attack it. I was one of the least injured.
"I was trying to go for its eyes in the sky, and it just turned around and snapped. At least it was just my limbs. And they didn't break. It crunched a few wings in others . . . I assume now what they did for me after was meant to be healing. But the rushed, didn't explain what they were doing or why . . . The wrapping on my limbs had inhibited movement in such a way that I practically ripped them off with in days. I understand normal equine having a standard body. But my hind legs are not equine, and the methods they uses to secure them were more painful and restricting." She demonstrates with the les injured leg, the full radius of movement of her ankle, hip, knee. All meant to support bipedal movements for limited periods of time.
She shifts then, standing long enough to turn and lay down on her other side, so the leg with the swollen, angry bite at her ankle was more visible. She sighed before laying fully on her side, enjoying the coolness of the floor against her aching limbs as the exhaustion from their trekking set further into her weary bones. "Gareth?" She calls his name gently. Her eyes watching him from a distance, "You said you're only cleaning the outside at the moment . . . That means the inside will be worse?" She asks, her gaze returning to her ankle. "I know you wanted to try starting with the lesser wounds and such. But. Maybe just tackle everything with my ankle. Get the worst out of the way so the rest of it won't be near as bad in comparison?"
"Speech"
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@Gareth
Notes:. Awkward phone post.
Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get
Now draw me close
