petcromancer: (in trouble)
Hector ([personal profile] petcromancer) wrote 2019-09-19 12:52 am (UTC)

I'm not asking you to attend me.

[Hector grumbles. He doesn't try to rise yet. Eyes closed, he listens to Isaac eventually get up and rustle through his bag. Hector can't will away his aches, so he keeps still as his body slowly adjusts to consciousness.

Pride worms its way through him as he listens to Isaac bite and chew. It's a primal urge, to act as a provider for one's mate. Isaac is eating food Hector brought him, and through the nausea and throbbing pain, he's pleased at it.]


Eventually, the foul taste in his mouth forces him up, and he rolls over and peels his eyes open again to search for his canteen. Unlike the food that had lain forgotten over the night, he'd keep the canteen nearby as he nursed Isaac's wounds.

He'd ask Isaac to find it and toss it over to him, but it's not worth dealing with the challenge that Isaac would surely take it as.]

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