#i can’t leave him out of anything it seems. hes truly my blorbo

[camille-lachenille]

I was thinking about Indis, which doesn’t happen very often, and decided she needed a craft of some sort after the Darkening bc her retiring in Valmar and mourning for the rest of eternity isn’t convincing me, thanks but no Professor Tolkien.

So what? Indis goes to Estë and learns the arts of Healing, because she has seen enough hurt and pain in her life and she wants to be able to do *something* even if it’s too late for her family. She becomes a pretty damn good healer and, when Eärendil manages to convinces the Valar to send an army to Beleriand, Indis joins the army as a battlefield healer. Her last son is going to war, she won’t sit back and turn her thumbs while he’s in danger.

What she sees in Beleriand is terrible and painful but, behind the grim reality of war, she sees what her children and grandchildren loved so much in Beleriand, and she remembers her youth under the stars.

Indis learns other healing methods from the Exiled healers, the Edain, anyone who is willing to exchange knowledge with her. She also meets a young healer named Elrond, who specialised in (more like invented) mind-healing, and Indis greedily learns everything he cam teach her, because healing the mind and soul is what her family would have needed.

The day Finarfin is grievously wounded, Indis is glad to have come, and she works restlessly along the other healers to save her son. Finarfin looses sight in one eye but lives, and it all she could ask for.

The war comes to an end and Indis returns to Valinor, weary but also feeling more like herself than in ages. Tirion is doing well under the regency of Findis, and Finarfin is able to recover peacefully.

Indis is there when Finrod is re-embodied and she helps him recover from the mental scars he still has. But this is not enough for her, not now that a lot of the Exiles have returned and most of the soldiers from Valinor are still scarred in many ways by the War of Wrath.

So Indis starts giving lectures on mind-healing in Tirion and Valmar’s universities, and teach any who is willing to learn. She has help from a few mind-healers who were taught by Elrond and sailed back West, and soon mind-healing is a fully recognised field of medicine.

Ages pass, people are re-embodied and others Sail, and Indis is happy to see they receive all the support they need. She retires, at some point, to spend time with her newly returned children and grand-children, and she finally takes the time to process her own grief she tried to forget for a long time.

And one day, Elrond sails to Valinor, and he asks an audience with the dowager queen Indis. Indis is surprised but accepts. The first thing Elrond does when he enters the room is to bow in front of her and thank Indis for everything she did here in Valinor. “Your teachings saved my wife, when she came here nearly fading,” he explains. “I wasn’t able to help her, but she told me everything about the support network she found here. And thank you for helping my parents, too.”

Indis can only hug Elrond closely, this great-great-great-great grandchild of her she never saw growing up. “I could have never done it without you, child, I must thank you, for your teachings healed my own family.”

And that is how Indis, former queen of the Noldor, and Elrond, heir to half a dozen titles but lord only of his own garden, became fast friends and a frankly terrifying duo when it came to talk some sense into someone.

[captainaikus]

✨Numero dos✨

Note: spicy 🌶✨ warning this is literally just me ranting abt yanderes and my blorbos you’ve been warned 😌

*ahem* yanderes are just muah ✨🤌🏼. You’re so obsessed with me that you want me all to yourself all the time everywhere? My attachment issues and clingy nature say yes 😌. Asfhkjgfdhjhg anyways 💀. I honestly think that the Itoshi brothers, Isagi, and Reo would be the deadliest yanderes. Sae and Rin for obvious reasons.

Sae being oh so controlling and yet everyone loves the idea of him so much but behind closed doors he’s a whole other thing. You keep to yourself abt all the things that seem off abt him but he keeps giving you just enough love to have you wanting more and staying. The game is very fun for him, almost as fun as breaking you psychologically.

And Rin? He’s got attachment issues I just know it. Cant stand the thought of you being anywhere without him. Gets very angry when you don’t tell him abt your day first thing when you guys sleepover. At first it was very cute, awww he cares so much. And he does. But you start to backtrack when you discover the hidden cameras all over the house and the tracker on the inside of your phone case. When you confront him abt it, he freezes and then smiles. Finally an excuse for him to keep ask to move in with him, and he’s not taking no for an answer.

Now Isagi is a very peculiar yandere. He loves you so so so much that he can’t stand it. At first he’s so happy that he’s finally together with you, after careful planning on his part, but after a while it’s not enough. He starts doubting if he’s enough for you and whether or not you’ll ever get tired of him or God forbid start looking at other guys. This feeling festers and grows until one day he finds you waking out of your office laughing with your male coworker. That’s when he decides that maybe it’s time to start talking about how much of a bad influence you’re friends are and how your parents are too controlling and how he makes enough for the both of you anyway so why not just stay at home? He’ll bring up the idea of a baby soon enough.

Reo would be so diabolical from the beginning. Making sure you’re completely dependent on him for everything. Financially and emotionally. You get oh so inconveniently laid off and start living with him, but just until you can find another job you promise. He convinces you to pick a brand new penthouse for you guys when you move in and you shyly and miraculously say yes. He ofc doesn’t tell you where it’s located, the farthest place away from your friends and family, you don’t need to worry your pretty little head over that. He truly does love you and wants you to love him back. The icing on the cake is when one day you wake up after an argument with him abt wanting to visit your parents chained to the bed. You panic and call his name and he enters with breakfast on a tray and a beaming smile.

And Oliver is absolutely a baby girl you’re the yandere in this one every time. Imagine hating how flirty he is with others and thinking up ways to wrap him around your finger. And when he absolutely falls in love with you? He’d do anything you say. Move in with you, go with you everywhere, and even say yes when you quickly propose but it’s not too soon right? You just know you’re perfect for each other. And that there is no one else.

And Shidou? I absolutely agree that he has yandere potential but I truly believe he’s just a huge fluff ball deep deep deep down. Like don’t get me wrong, he’d absolutely leave you bedridden for days after he got jealous of that one guy staring at you. But he’d also stay home to make you a slightly burnt breakfast in bed every morning and take a break from reading his manga to massage your body anytime you asked.

Love how each one got consistently longer than the previous one 💀💀. You’re really out here turning me not only into a switch but also a yandere lover explain yourself 😭😭😭. Shidou and Barou and Raichi have seriously been growing on me lately and I’m over just like 😐😐😐. What??? Cause I’ve never liked the aggressive ones too much you know. And Shidou comes barging in with his stupid PINK highlights and occasional polite attitude. Followed by Barou with his stupid househusband skills and GORGOUS LONG HAIR. And last but not least Raichi just screaming some sense into the team when they need it most and annoying the hell out of Reo. Like excuse you? Who do you think you are to be settling into my heart like this??? No I never said you could???They’re there now and there’s nothing I can do abt it *sighs*. Anyways.

- ✨ anon

Don't blame me if I create a yandere series on ao3 because of this-

imo, Bachira would also be terrifying; cause look at Bachira. Like. Just look at everyone is blue lock. Only difference is that Ego made them yandere after the ball.

Sae is the kind of Yandere to break you slowly, making you know where your place is. he enjoys doing it, making you crumble under him little by little. Rin? He is the obsessed kind of yandere and not even in the good way. he's gonna check the cereal boxes you eat, make a note of all your allergies and fears and make it useful against you. Basically, he uses the push and pull technique and he is smart enough to make you not notice it. If there's anything common among the Itoshi Brothers, its the fact that they know how to play their cards well and are slick enough to not get caught. Isagi is very insecure as a yandere that's for sure. when it comes to playing on the field, he is good at what he does and makes him opponents afraid of him, but as a yandere? he is clingy to the extreme and loses his temper when he sees you with another man or rather anyone. He kind of like Nagi but emotionally manipulative with his tears and words, guilt tripping you into his trap.

Reo *hiss* he is gonna be a very smart yandere if we're going to be honest about this. He is the type to put a camera and tracker in every corner of where you turn and stay, while sweet little naive you is just going to smile naively at the message he sends you, asking you to turn up for work the next morning. His hobby is doing stocks? no his hobby is watching you through cameras setup, a smile playing on his lips regarding your obliviousness. Oliver. *ik i'm gonna annoy people with gushing over this man* But here's the thing. I can't see yandere potential in him cause he is... for the lack of better words, too nice. Like on the field he takes on a different persona, yeah but if we're trying to make him yandere, i can't see that happening cause he doesn't want to be chained down. until you step in. i can imagine Oliver to figure you out but he finds it very amusing. he can't take yandere you serious - its just personality Shidou is the kinda guy who would laugh as you cried. It can go both ways tbh, cause he just wants to be loved, but at the same time he wants to make sure you know that he is not someone to be messed around with. He is a fluffball yeah but he has violent mood swings which can get really scary - literally like 'let me scare you but comfort you' thing. Femdom supremacy (I said what I said, I got tired of submitting and never have i wanted to either) Honestly- I've been into yanderes for a long time but i wasn't sure if people were comfortable with the idea of it or not, cause some take it to the extreme but after i set my boundaries in writing them and the likes i got... you guys are insane (lovingly ofc and blame me too cause i'm one of you ♡)

Oml- everyone's on the Barou train tbh. As of now the only guy i like is oliver... god help me cause ik we're gonna have to WAIT until he comes and I haven't caught up to the anime yet- kinda curious to see what Rin's voice sounds like... is it the way i imagined...? i'm not sure. but ik that i'm looking forward to aiku's voice *crying sobbing and hiccuping cause U 20 is so far away*

[squigglywindy]

Whumptober Day Seven

Title: The way you shake and shiver

Prompts Used: Shaking hands, Seizure, Silent Panic Attack

Warnings: Injury. Panic attack (of the silent variety). Poison. Seizure. Death, but it's a bad guy and he's there for like three seconds. Blood. This one's a little graphic, but not worse than day three.

Whumpee(s): Warriors physically, Wind mentally

General Notes: Me: *has bad day*. Also me: "Time to project on my blorbo". Why yes I did research how far away you can hear someone in the woods, and I did ignore what I learned. I am so sorry for referring to Warriors as a 'boneless noodle'.

This one got away from me, as they all seem to. In my opinion, it's one of the best. But that's me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It was supposed to be a simple patrol - that was all. They were meant to look around, establish a perimeter, and return to camp with either an ‘all clear’, or ‘there are bears nearby, we should move’. It was nothing they hadn’t done a hundred times before.

Wind was chatting absently about a group of wild horses they’d seen earlier when Warriors abruptly slapped a hand over his mouth, cutting off his excited rambling and tugging him closer with a sharp “shhh!”

Wind obediently fell silent, ears perking for whatever sound had caused Warriors to abruptly be on high-alert. When he heard it, it was subtle. Just a slight rustle of leaves, and the snap of a twig. Something was nearby, and until they knew otherwise, it was safest to assume it wasn’t a bird or something else equally as harmless.

The sound of a bow being fired was all the warning they got, and for a moment, Wind was sure that nothing had actually happened. Just a sharp intake of breath from Warriors as if he had been startled, and it wasn’t until he exhaled that Wind caught on. Warriors’ breath left him as a suppressed whine; the breath of someone absolutely determined not to scream.

Wind ripped Warriors’ hand away from his mouth, and it was easier than he expected it to be; and when he turned around, he saw why. Warriors had an arrow embedded in his right bicep, through his scarf which was rapidly turning purple as his blood mixed with the blue fabric.

“Wars!” Wind yelped, drawing his own bow and knocking an arrow, spinning a hasty circle to search for the culprit. He heard them before he saw them, the distinct little giggle of a Yiga who had found their mark. The victory laugh was a mistake, and Wind jerked toward the sound and loosed his arrow as soon as he saw the emotionless mask of the culprit. It struck in the center of the Yiga’s chest, pinning them to a tree before they vanished in a puff of multicolored rupees and bananas.

“Wind?” Warriors’ voice was shaky, and Wind jerked toward him at the sound. “I...” he swallowed thickly, swayed, and Wind rushed forward to grab his arms and hold him steady. “I can’t feel anything,” Warriors panted, voice slurred. “I think that was poisoned.”

“Poisoned!?” Wind squawked helplessly, but had no time to plead for elaboration before he had to catch Warriors when he pitched forward. It was a haphazard descent to the ground; more of a controlled fall than anything else, and by the time they hit, Warriors was incoherent.

“Wars?” Wind tried, shaking his intact shoulder slightly and earning little more than a string of nonsense syllables in return. Wind looked around frantically and came up sorely short of anything helpful, and the only real upside was that they were, at the very least, armed. And the yiga was gone, assuming he didn’t have backup. That was a chance he was willing to take. “Help!” He called, hoping beyond hope that they were close enough for the others to hear. He could always leave Warriors and run to grab someone, but that was far too risky. Warriors was in no state to defend himself, and if he truly was poisoned, then this was a time-sensitive problem in a way that a simple arrow-to-the-shoulder wouldn’t be. Wind was alone, completely out of his depth, and on a time crunch. It wasn’t ideal.

Still, there were things that had to be done, and it was up to him to do them. First and foremost, the poison. Whatever it was and however it worked, it probably wasn’t the best of ideas to leave the poisoned arrowhead in Warriors’ arm. Removing it would undoubtedly create a whole host of new problems, but one step at a time.

Wind clenched his fists for a moment and took a deep breath, willing his hands to stop shaking so he could do as little harm as possible. It only half worked, but he would take what he could get.

He curled his left hand around the shaft of the arrow, and quickly moved his right to pin down Warriors’ good shoulder when the captain tried to jerk away. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Wind chanted under his breath, quickly stuffing one end of Warriors’ scarf into his mouth to serve as a bite-guard. “One, two, three,” he counted down, more for his own benefit than anything; Warriors was too far gone to care.

Wind shoved the arrow forward, resolutely ignoring the bone-chilling sound of the arrow being forcibly shoved out of the other side of Warriors arm; somewhere between a crunch and a squish, mingled with Warriors’ half-delirious scream - a jumble of sounds that Wind was sure would haunt him forever.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated pointlessly, drawing a knife and half-cutting half-breaking the fletching off of the arrow. He rolled Warriors slightly to the side so he could grasp the head of the arrow and yank it all the way through, instantly releasing a flow of blood that gathered on the ground.

It was almost automatic, the parts that came next. Using Warriors’ already ruined scarf and a nearby stick as a makeshift tourniquet, staunching the flow of blood with no choice but to create more potential future problems. With a little luck, someone would turn up soon and Hyrule would be able to fix it. Until then, the future functionality of Warriors’ arm wasn’t the priority.

For a moment, everything was okay. Warriors was still shot and poisoned, but the arrow was gone and the flow of blood was slowing. “You’re gonna be okay,” Wind assured, surprised by the steadiness of his own voice. Warriors’ eyes flicked around haphazardly, either not finding or not focusing on their target. If he had heard, he gave no indication.

Wind twisted around the tourniquet stick one more time for good measure, and started to push himself to his feet. He could run close enough to camp to be heard and be back by Warriors’ side in under two minutes, if he hurried; and it looked like the best option, now that the threat was almost definitely eliminated, and waiting seemed more dangerous than leaving him unattended for such a short time.

He made it a grand total of a single foot away before Warriors abruptly stiffened and began to convulse, blood spilling down his face as he bit his lip, eyes fluttering closed and hands curling tightly around some stray leaves.

“Wars!” Wind yelped, stumbling back over to Warriors, mindless of the rock his knee slammed into when he threw himself down beside his brother. He had been at least a little confident, before. He knew what to do about arrow wounds, and he knew how to fashion a tourniquet out of random items. He did not, however, know what to do about the fallout from poison.

Warriors was breathing, if nothing else, and when that breathing turned garbled Wind scrambled to grab Warriors’ good arm and heave him onto his side, allowing the blood and saliva to trickle out of his mouth and puddle on the ground rather than in his lungs. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” Wind muttered under his breath, mostly to himself since he was fairly sure Warriors couldn’t hear him. He grabbed Warriors’ good hand and pried his fingers open enough to hold it, wincing at the tiny rivulets of blood left behind by his fingernails.

He used the corner of his tunic to wipe at Warriors’ mouth, hanging on tightly to his hand while he waited for whatever this was to pass. He refused to entertain the possibility that it might not. Poison wasn’t meant to inconvenience; it was delivered to kill.

Against all odds, Warriors eventually fell still. Whether it was three minutes or half an hour Wind couldn’t reliably say; it felt like an entire day. Residual twitches worked their way through Warriors’ now-limp body, and his eyes rolled around behind his eyelids; and Wind took it as a sign of life even if it wasn’t exactly a good one. It was still life.

“I’m not going to try to leave you again,” Wind promised, huffing out a laugh that sounded deranged even to his own ears. “Let’s go find the others, they’ll know what to do.” It was a hollow promise filled with vows he couldn’t keep, but a promise that went unheard hardly counted as a promise broken.

Wind grabbed Warriors’ good arm, draping it over his shoulders and pushing himself to his feet, dragging Warriors up after him. He hauled him as much over his shoulder as he could get, but he couldn’t take his full weight, and the bottom foot or so of Warriors’ body was left dragging in the dirt; but it beat leaving him alone to aspirate on his own blood.

Warriors flopped like a boneless noodle, and Wind kept one hand on the makeshift tourniquet to keep it from loosening and becoming useless. It hadn’t felt like a long hike, when they were both conscious, walking, and healthy. Now, it felt like their chosen camping spot was miles away.

Wind shifted Warriors slightly so he could straighten, whistling their agreed-upon tune that meant they needed to regroup. He should have thought of it earlier, really; whistles usually carried further than voices. But in his defense, his mind had been on other things.

The reply was distant but immediate, and Wind wasted no time responding, adding the extra note that meant they needed to hurry. He received the confirmation whistle, and kept walking for what felt like an entire additional mile before help arrived.

Twilight came careening through the woods, beating the others in a way that Wind wasn’t willing to question at the moment. “Twi!” He panted, eagerly relinquishing Warriors when Twilight grabbed him, lifting the captain off of the sailor’s shoulder and lowering him to the ground.

“What happened?” Twilight asked, hands hovering helplessly over the arm, eyes flicking back and forth from the blood on Warriors’ arm, Warriors’ face, and Wind’s tunic.

“He got shot,” Wind began, clenching his hands as the shaking returned promptly at the Warriors hand-off. “By a Yiga, he said he thought it was poison, then he just...” he waved vaguely, gesticulating the approximate movements of someone falling over.

“He got poisoned!?” Wild careened into the scene, a wiggling skeleton arm in one hand and a massive ax in the other.

“Who got poisoned!?” Hyrule stumbled up behind him, face going pale and eyes blowing wide as they landed on Warriors. “What happened!?”

“He got poisoned!” Wild waved the skeleton arm.

“Someone got poisoned?” Time joined the crowd.

“Warriors!” Hyrule gestured wildly.

“Warriors got poisoned?” Legend popped up.

“Who did what?” Four panted, bracing himself against a tree and pointing to Warriors. “What happened to him?”

“What happened to who?” Sky wheezed, finally joining the group and steadying himself on Time’s shoulder as he caught his breath. “Is everybody okay?”

“No!” Wind snapped, far past annoyed with their antics. “Warriors got shot by a Yiga and poisoned!”

“Yiga have poison?” Wild frowned, completely missing the point.

“How long has it been?” Hyrule asked, producing his bag and already beginning to rummage as he knelt beside Warriors and Twilight.

“It...I don’t know,” Wind raked a hand through his hair and throught. “We hadn’t gotten that far, so...almost as long as we’ve been gone?” He had absolutely no idea how long that was, but hopefully Hyrule had some concept of when they had left. “He collapsed almost immediately, then he started shaking like...like he’d been shocked or something. And I got the arrow out, and stopped the bleeding, and...I didn’t know what else to do.”

“You did everything right,” Hyrule soothed, producing a vial from his bag and popping the cork out of it before nodding toward Twilight. “Will you lift his head? This should counteract the poison, and he’ll be as good as new in um...not very long.”

Twilight obediently slid his arm under Warriors shoulders and pushed him up, allowing Hyrule access to tip the strangely colored slime down Warriors’ throat.

Hyrule’s hand glowed slightly and he moved it to Warriors’ jaw, quickly healing his busted lip before moving to his arm and knitting together the torn flesh until it was little more than a fresh pink scar. He pulled the tourniquet off and turned expectantly toward Wind. “Are you hurt?”

Wind shook his head rapidly, eyes still trained on Warriors. He barely reacted when Time put a hand on his shoulder and spoke. “Let’s get him back to camp; he’ll probably be out for a while.”

Time and Twilight each took one of Warriors’ arms and lifted him, hauling him with apparent ease all the way back to their little camp. It didn’t seem to take as long, now that they were all together and Warriors was on the mend.

Nobody had bothered to put out the fire before dashing madly through the woods, so the camp was fully set up and ready for camping when they arrived.

Legend dragged Warriors’ bedroll closer out from under a tree and to the warmth of the fire, in the most external show of genuine concern he was likely to show for the captain. “I want his shade,” he defended under his breath, moving his own bedroll over to where Warriors’ used to be despite it being nearly dark.

Everyone shuffled around after that, setting up their respective sleeping areas and shooting concerned glances toward Warriors. He hadn’t stirred, but some of his color had returned, and at the very least, he wasn't convulsing anymore. Just laying there, like a lifeless log.

“I’ll take first watch,” Hyrule volunteered. The ‘just in case’ went unsaid, but everyone heard it anyway.

“You need to rest,” Sky argued. “I’ll do it.”

“I’ll do it,” Wind shook his head, unwilling to let Warriors out of his sight until he proved he was going to be okay.

“You should take a break,” Twilight objected.

“I’m fine,” Wind glared, despite feeling no real frustration toward the rancher. He probably should take a break. But he wouldn’t be sleeping anyway, and there was no point in multiple people being awake. He stalked over and dropped down beside Warriors, staring resolutely at the fire in stubborn protest of anyone who would dare fight him on the matter.

Time looked him up and down, downright scrutinizing until he was satisfied. “Very well; you take first. Wake me for second.”

There were no immediate takers for third, and Four eventually raised his hand to volunteer.

With watches settled, everyone quieted down and settled into their bedrolls. Hyrule checked over Warriors one more time before retreating, and though everyone laid down and fell into silence, it was painfully apparent that nobody was sleeping.

Blankets rustled as assorted Links tossed and turned, and not a single breath evened out in the indication of sleep. Nights like these came and went for every one of them; and sometimes, after days like these, they came for everyone at once.

Wind ignored his very-much-awake brothers and scooted closer to Warriors after a while, scooping his hand up off the ground and holding it, playing absently with his cold, motionless fingers. His other hand moved to Warriors’ shoulder, tugging aside his tunic enough to get a better look at the now mostly-healed injury. It looked so harmless, now. Not at all like it had a small handful of hours earlier, back when Warriors was hanging onto life by a thread. When he was bleeding and seizing and nobody who knew what to do was around to help.

Warriors could have died; had come very close. And suddenly, now that everything was basically okay and Warriors was almost definitely going to pull through, it felt very real. The poison, the blood, the absolutely terrible moment when Wind had made it feel impossibly worse by crunching the arrow clear through Warriors’ arm. Hyrule had said that Wind did everything right; but that didn’t stop it from being too close.

He was shaking again, and he was distantly aware of it, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. It felt as if there was a rock in his stomach, a hand around his throat, and a slowly-tightening belt around his lungs because Warriors had almost died. In some strange Hyrule that wasn’t even his own, swept away by dimension-hopping portals and never to return home.

He didn’t hear anyone approach, which was probably why the hand that landed on his shoulder caused him to jump clear out of his skin. “It’s just me,” Time rumbled softly, sitting down beside him and tossing an arm around his shoulders, tugging Wind snuggly against his side and propping his chin on his head. “Take a deep breath, sailor. He’s okay now.”

He tried to comply, but broke off halfway through a breath and gripped Warriors’ hand tighter. He didn’t know what he’d say even if he did have the air to argue, so he remained silent.

Warriors almost died looped around and around in his head, the only coherent thought he was capable of having. He thought Time might be talking, but he couldn't process it past his own thoughts. He gulped greedily at air that felt entirely unsatisfying, clutching Warriors’ arm to his chest and leaning into Time, knowing he wouldn’t actually calm down until Warriors gave them some real indication that he would survive. That the last few nightmarish hours wouldn’t be Wind’s last memory of him. That that pained scream wouldn’t be the last sound he’d ever hear escape his brother’s lips. Because Warriors almost died, and for the moment, a horrible ‘and still could’ was still hanging over them.

Wolfie showed up on the side opposite Time, and Wind buried one hand into his fur, trying to follow along when the wolf took a pointedly exaggerated breath.

Once again, the passage of time was an abstract thing, but some significant amount passed before Warriors’ hand finally twitched in Wind’s grasp, and his eyes fluttered open filled with absolute confusion. “What...” he rasped, breaking off with a weak cough that caused him to grimace in sheer discomfort.

“Wars!” Wind yelped, and it sounded more desperate than excited, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. His ears twitched uncomfortably at the sound of his own voice, the first sign that he’d apparently been crying; which was a heck of a thing not to notice, so he must have been zoning pretty hard. But that didn’t matter anymore; not with Warriors awake. “You’re okay?” It was meant to sound like an assurance, but it came out a question, and he didn’t correct it. He wasn’t sure, afterall. Mere seconds ago he had himself convinced that Warriors would never come back from this.

Warriors cleared his throat, flicking his tongue across his lips and blinking sluggishly. “I...think so?” He lifted the hand that Wind wasn’t holding and flexed his fingers experimentally. “What...what happened?”

“You were shot by a Yiga and poisoned,” Legend dropped down beside Wolfie and gave him a tight nod of acknowledgement. “You’re awake.”

“I...kind of remember that?” Warriors rubbed tiredly at his face before tilting his head toward Wind and frowning. “What’s wrong? Did they get you too?”

Wind shook his head rapidly, letting up on Warriors’ hand just enough to allow blood-flow. “I’m fine. Now, anyway. I’m glad you’re okay.” It was the understatement of the century, but Warriors definitely didn’t need the long version of exactly how glad he was right now. He just needed to worry about himself, and getting better. Because he would get better.

Warriors squeezed Wind’s hand and gave him a weak smile. “Thanks, for...whatever you did to make me stop being very poisoned in the woods and start being less poisoned in camp.”

Wind laughed, only slightly less deranged than earlier. “Any time.” He had never wished so hard to never have the opportunity to keep a promise.