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
It hurt, more than she would ever care to admit, it hurt. Her entire body was shaking from the effort to not wrench herself away from him. Even still her leg as he worked was kept as still as possible. When he spoke of packing something in, she didn't even look up, merely nodded her consent from where her face was buried in the webbing of her wings. He was the doc anyway, and she had trusted him this far. She did appreciate his continued explanations, the why behind his actions. Though she wasn't sure what 'stitching' was. Likely a means of sealing based on his concerns of trapping anything bad
She doesn't have a spare thought to wonder on it further, as she hisses slightly in response to the sting as he worked what ever it was into the wound. As he wrapped the limb her breathing finally turned a little more even, slumping heavily from the exhaustion of holding herself still despite every instinct having told her to get away from the pain.
"Stay off it?" She repeats, her voice a little huskier, a little breathless still, "Sounds like a convenient excuse to make you cater to me." She manages the joke even as she flops her head down onto the rocky floor. His voice remained quiet, gentle and she glances up at him briefly. Instantly concern filled her, seeing his body slick with sweat, trembling. "Gareth. . . Maybe you should take a mo-"
He is already shakily standing, and as he sways, her wing snaps out, helping him steady himself as she slowly rolls herself back up to a sitting position. He almost distracts her with the offer of peaches, but she keeps her eyes firmly on him as he moves, ready to spring up and help steady him should he sway again, "Honestly, I'd probably go through that whole ordeal with my ankle again if the promise of fruit is involved." She admits risking a moment of looking away from him to scan his shelves, "You . . . You really have fruit stored in those jars?" She asks with wide eyes hopefulness, even as she returns her gaze to him, already determined to get him to lay down as soon as she can, "Gareth . . . Please come lay down soon. You need a moment to rest too." She finally asks quietly. More worried about him than hopeful for a bite of fruit.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Gareth
Notes:. <3
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
