#//fantasy stuff for the winnn

[sovereignxfae]

They were going to leave it alone. They were going to stop staring. He didn't seem too bothered by it. It just looked bad. Right, blood leaking out of it like a messed up tap—it's fine.

The run away lied to themself, so self assured that they didn't even fully register when they reached out and grazed the wound with their thumb. Eyeing Kynil for a reaction as well as to see how much it weeps at the provocation.

They spared him a glance when he let go a breath in exasperation. So moody. A free hand feels around behind them for their sling bag, collecting bandages and disinfect.

"Group of five? Overkill much?" They wonder why it's always them hard-headed believers who deem their faith so good that everyone should trust in it. Though they've never asked,not sure if they ever will.

The bandages and such are placed on their lap as they wave down a busy server and fulfill Kynil's request. "I'll get you drunk if it means patching you up without the complaining. I'm allowed to worry, I just got back my travel buddy."

@sovereignxfae​ / K’in said …

[ WOUND ]:  upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

kynil and k'in..😶‍🌫️

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

“…” 

Body jolted slightly at the sudden contact, something he had almost forgotten about when it came to long weeks on the road, often solitary. But in this atmosphere where lanterns and laughter brightened the tavern, Kynil could feel properly like an elf once more, grounding himself with a simple mead and a hot meal. The conversation was good too, even if he wasn’t always the best at replying, but content to listen to K’in whinge at him about the latest pursuant they had to handle. Soon enough it had diverted to his latest injury, wrapped in fabric but still bleeding through in gradual maroon and crimson, ichor seeping gradually along with his energy. 

“I’m fine.” Insistence fell upon largely deaf ears, curse their selective hearing! It followed with an equally stubborn response, and K’in had deduced that it was painful. Heaving a sigh, Kynil didn’t push their hand away at least, instead just slouching in his seat, because injury was nothing new when it came to traveling alone and being apparently some weird fated dragon-soul individual.

“Just… just cultists. And their daggers. I think I would’ve been fine if they didn’t come at me in a group of five this time. Can you get me another mead and stop worrying?”