His rider and the dragonhealer that had been fussing over him earlier would probably be having a fit if they saw the bronze now. Alarasith had been given a thorough coating of numbweed after a fresh application of redwort to keep any chance of infection at bay. Since taking that tangle of thread to his back right leg, about midcalf caught the worst of it with a few stray strands burned down toward his ankle joint and wrapped forward toward his shin, the whole recovery process of healing his newest, angriest threadscore to date had him resting and napping frequently to help expedite the early healing process. Currently, the worst of his pain numbed away and feeling restlessly awake after having slept for a good chunk of the morning away, he was actually up on his feet...Mostly three of them, but, by thunder, he was trying to work with all four of them! It was extremely slow going, but he was feeling mighty useless just laying around, so had the brilliant thought that trying to walk might help himself somehow. Use it or lose it? He'd heard that somewhere. Maybe it'd help keep it flexible? He'd seen and heard of instances of scarring being so severe that it significantly restricted the full range of motion for the damaged limb. He didn't want that.
Mictecath's voice reaching out to him made him pause midstride to stand stock still, his body tense for the space of a few breaths. Oop! He then sighed and relaxed at her words.
'Oh, that's very kind of you. Truly, I'd be honored to see you, Mictecath. I haven't gone far,' he responded equally softly, touched as he was that she was bringing something, though there was a slight note of hesitation with his admission of where he was. Indeed, his healing space was within a clear line of sight and, if he needed to go nestle back down, he could do so without too much fuss. He was being rather careful, treading lightly and pausing often. After all, he didn't want to risk accidentally overexerting himself and reopening his wound.
Alarasith remained where he stood, shifted in such a way that his bad leg wasn't currently bearing any weight, and looked skyward to watch the caring queen's descent. Her arrival shifted his eyes to a predominantly green shade, though there were still a few lingering tinges of the anxious, self-aggravated yellow-orange that they had been, as well as a subtle touch of lowkey pained grey. The numbweed was working a treat, but it still didn't take the full ache away from his injury. Being faced with such distinguished company, he'd put on a brave face for her.
Sweet Symmetry
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