[ So... while Magni is off with Eino, at some point, Wren might be off somewhere, doing his own thing. This is a fine time to take in the nice day, yeah? Blue sky, soft breeze, random guy sitting near the dragon family's belongings, perfect temperature...
That guy's frowning specifically at something that belongs to Wren, by the way. And it doesn't seem he's noticed anyone approaching, which could have something to do with the fact that he's bleeding an awful lot. Which... actually, he might be looking for something to stop said bleeding? Who knows. ]
[ He's long since stopped questioning where Magni is whenever he isn't at their camp site - the answer is often "with Nym" at this point. Honestly, he gets it. Magni has found his person, and they should have time alone together.
Being alone has never bothered Wren. They have steps to take should they get separated for too long or if they run into trouble. Wren had gone to clean the meat that had been caught in order to prepare it for dinner.
This is what he comes back to. A bleeding stranger in his camp rummaging around. He hardly stops to stare at the intruder, merely reaching to pull out something else. ]
I think this will be more useful. [ Holding out a bag they've filled with emergency medical supplies. ] I like that shirt, prefer it not to get bloody.
[ He isn't startled, but it's clear there's some form of surprise. For a long moment, he simply stares at the individual, as if mentally placing him. After a couple of seconds, he does finally reach out, but his fingers simply brush over the bag. ]
Um, sorry... I wasn't planning to-
[ There's an awkward flinch as he presses a hand harder against his own side. ]
I-... thanks. Sorry...
[ Wren doesn't need to be a doctor to understand he's lost enough blood to simply be out of it, at this point. Though it might not just be blood loss talking. ]
[ Unlike the other, Wren doesn't try placing the other - this is just a complete stranger bleeding all over the place in his campsite. The fact that he doesn't have any warning bells going off at all is what's unusual here.
Magni had told him what to do if their camp was intruded upon, especially if someone is hurt. That's a sign of trouble and he should be getting out of there.
Instead, Wren just makes a small sound and keeps the medical bag. ]
Let me see. [ A motion to the place that's obviously wounded, as he takes slow steps towards the other. Opening the bag as he goes. ]
[ He is hesitant to lower his hand, but when Wren moves closer, his hand lowers as slowly as the space is closed. There's a shaky nod of silent consent.
If there is any incoming danger, this guy certainly doesn't seem aware of it. Though, for now, there aren't any signs of it, and nothing in the surrounding area should be setting off alarms. For now, whatever caused this injury is likely far enough away. ]
[ With that nod, Wren closes the last bit of distance and puts down the bag next to him. Even if the stranger isn't keeping any awareness for potential danger outside this camp, his new doctor sure is. It'd be bad if they did get attacked by surprise.
He reaches for the other's shirt, ready to pull it up so he can get a look at the injury. ]
[ He flinches as his shirt is pulled up. Even if Wren is especially gentle, it's obvious this guy's entire midsection hurts. Cuts aren't the only injury, after all; many burn marks wrap around his back and front. Almost like hot metal was holding him at some point.
Strange marks, like the start of some spell or curse, dot the area. ]
A-... hunter? He looked like a hunter, but...
[ But he's doubting his own memory. ]
I just pushed him. I didn't mean to-... I didn't realize how close he was to the edge...
[ That's guilt, from the sounds of it. Guilt for possibly killing someone who tried to kill him? ]
[ Wren is gentle, but there's only so careful he can be when someone is badly injured. His gaze takes in those burn marks and the potential curse ones, though they aren't his focus right now. First, he has to take care of those bleeding wounds.
He'll look to see if any of them need stitching up over just bandaging. ]
Doesn't look like he was just out for regular hunting if he did all this.
[ Not one who accidentally hit someone else who was out in the woods. It definitely looks deliberate. ]
Think he's still alive?
[ Wren wouldn't take in such an individual, but could just drop him off at a healer's place. ]
[ He focuses on that one first, getting a needle and thread ready - sterilizing it along with the wound. A small warning is given before applying alcohol to the injury as it will sting. Another will be given before he starts stitching.
Red eyes glance up briefly at those quiet words. Also quietly: ]
Nothing regular about it.
[ It shouldn't be taken as regular - he means. It shouldn't be considered "normal". ]
I can send a message to the nearby town informing them about him later. They can at least go collect his body.
[ Returned to whatever family he might have. ]
We'll have to get out of here, though. [ So no one stumbles upon them. ]
[ He gives a wry smile of appreciation, nodding over each warning. Something in his features softens at the next words. Then he smiles, closing his eyes. ]
Difficult to remember...
[ That it shouldn't be considered that, he means. And the next words earn an openly appreciative expression. ]
I appreciate that.
[ And then he frowns lightly at the last part. He hesitates, and then he smiles with reassurance. ]
I planned to keep any... possible hunters distracted. I'd never let them find you suspicious.
[ That wording in the second sentence might feel a bit strange, given they've surely just met. ]
[ A small sound, to most it wouldn't be easy to determine what kind of sound it is - but it's one of understanding. ]
Same.
[ He barely remembers what it was like before dragons became hunted. Even if he has the stories Magni tells him, it's not the same. ]
Doesn't cost much to send a message.
[ Does Wren have any sympathy for the hunter? Not really. But that hunter might have had a family.
That second sentence does make his eyebrows knit together as he stares at the wound in front of him, for some reason Wren doesn't like either of those sentences when put together. ]
I'd already be suspicious for helping you. So we might as well be suspicious together.
[ Wren's gaze lifts after that. ] Plus you'll be wearing my favorite shirt.
The hunter might be an asshole, but if he has any family, they should know.
[ Wren doesn't want to know if said hunter had a "good reason", he doesn't care. There shouldn't be any reason good enough to justify torturing someone else.
Since he's still looking directly at the other, he doesn't miss that flustered expression. ]
Yes. You will.
[ This is all a very interesting and strange reaction. They've only just met, right? ]
Then neither of us will get hurt. Since I'll be protecting you, and you don't want me to get hurt.
[ His expression is momentarily strained as he looks off to the side. He doesn't disagree with Wren's initial words.
Though the next ones have him faltering once more. After he dares to look at the dragon, he seems to lose a lot of desire to protest. Instead, a small, sad smile tugs at his lips as he nods. ]
[ That sad smile, all of the words that come after it.
It has Wren staring at the other's face for different reasons. Trying to recall when he's seen it through a haze of blood and death. Many of his early memories are distant after what happened to his village - to him.
His mouth silently shapes Aeryn's name without giving it sound. As if that's enough to make himself remember. ]
I... feel like I know you. Just...
[ His memories are failing him. A hand lifts to touch Aeryn's cheek, careful to not smear more blood everywhere. ]
[ Oh, he does like that particular look on Aeryn's face. ]
I guess so.
[ It would explain that protective feeling. Wren looks down to see some of those other wounds healing. Glad for it.
Someone touching him like that... this doesn't feel like the brotherly touches Magni gives him. Or the playful ones Nym does. He's reluctant to pull back. ]
Let's take care of the rest of your wounds and get you cleaned up. Then we'll leave.
[ He can send a message on the way. Hire a messenger bird from the next town over.
Fingers move across the spell or curse marks. ]
Any idea what these are? [ If they're tracking spells, they need to get rid of them. ]
[ He lets his touch linger as long as Wren's does. There's a nod at the second part, and then a grim look at the part after. Though... the touches are nice and have him relaxing. ]
The start of a trapping spell. I barely stopped it in time. It should vanish the rest of the way, the further away we get. It's how I'm able to tell that none of the hunters are nearby. It would expand again, if they were.
[ While the touch to Aeryn's skin would like to linger, there's still much to do. So Wren will reach for the bloody shirt to pull it off completely. Doing so gently. ]
Then let's get you cleaned up so we can get out of here before they start moving closer.
[ Once the shirt is removed, he gets the bucket of water and a rag to wipe off all of that blood. Yes, he intends to do it so that Aeryn doesn't have to hurt himself stretching. ]
[ He helps with the removal of his shirt, nodding with ease at the words. He doesn't expect Wren, however, to start... bathing him? A quiet sound of surprise escapes as he falters, hands momentarily hanging in the air, awkward and uncertain. Like he really doesn't know what to do with them.
Eventually, he lowers them and shyly glances away, deciding to let Wren do this. Shyly, he mutters. ]
[ It's cute, the way Aeryn flusters over such a thing. Especially since Wren is more focused on the medical care the other needs. He does idly wonder how close they were when they were younger.
There's a nod at the thanks, though perhaps Aeryn will notice that he's not nearly as chatty as his younger self. He wipes away the blood, and another rag comes to dry. Any injuries that might need a bandage are getting one. ]
All done. [ Wren reaches for a shirt - not the one Aeryn was holding earlier. This one is done in a blue color that matches the dragon's hair. He'll help put it on. ]
Are you injured lower?
[ Even as he asks, Wren's hand is trailing over Aeryn's thigh and calf - searching for a wound or even just blood spots. It's certainly... not a shy touch. ]
[ His gaze softens at the look of the shirt, a smile tugging at his lips as he carefully makes dressing him as easy as possible. And then he's being touched so readily, his eyes widening just a little as a soft almost-squeak-like sound slips free, followed by a startled laugh. Guess who's ticklish on the back of his thigh...
Aeryn is redder than ever as he quickly - but very gently - captures Wren's hand. Not to pull it away, granted. Instead, he's guiding it to his ankle, a faintly sheepish and shy smile on his lips. ]
Just a minor sprain. We don't have to hold things up for that if you think we should get moving quickly.
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That guy's frowning specifically at something that belongs to Wren, by the way. And it doesn't seem he's noticed anyone approaching, which could have something to do with the fact that he's bleeding an awful lot. Which... actually, he might be looking for something to stop said bleeding? Who knows. ]
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Being alone has never bothered Wren. They have steps to take should they get separated for too long or if they run into trouble. Wren had gone to clean the meat that had been caught in order to prepare it for dinner.
This is what he comes back to. A bleeding stranger in his camp rummaging around. He hardly stops to stare at the intruder, merely reaching to pull out something else. ]
I think this will be more useful. [ Holding out a bag they've filled with emergency medical supplies. ] I like that shirt, prefer it not to get bloody.
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Um, sorry... I wasn't planning to-
[ There's an awkward flinch as he presses a hand harder against his own side. ]
I-... thanks. Sorry...
[ Wren doesn't need to be a doctor to understand he's lost enough blood to simply be out of it, at this point. Though it might not just be blood loss talking. ]
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Magni had told him what to do if their camp was intruded upon, especially if someone is hurt. That's a sign of trouble and he should be getting out of there.
Instead, Wren just makes a small sound and keeps the medical bag. ]
Let me see. [ A motion to the place that's obviously wounded, as he takes slow steps towards the other. Opening the bag as he goes. ]
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If there is any incoming danger, this guy certainly doesn't seem aware of it. Though, for now, there aren't any signs of it, and nothing in the surrounding area should be setting off alarms. For now, whatever caused this injury is likely far enough away. ]
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He reaches for the other's shirt, ready to pull it up so he can get a look at the injury. ]
What got you?
[ Far enough away may not last. ]
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Strange marks, like the start of some spell or curse, dot the area. ]
A-... hunter? He looked like a hunter, but...
[ But he's doubting his own memory. ]
I just pushed him. I didn't mean to-... I didn't realize how close he was to the edge...
[ That's guilt, from the sounds of it. Guilt for possibly killing someone who tried to kill him? ]
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He'll look to see if any of them need stitching up over just bandaging. ]
Doesn't look like he was just out for regular hunting if he did all this.
[ Not one who accidentally hit someone else who was out in the woods. It definitely looks deliberate. ]
Think he's still alive?
[ Wren wouldn't take in such an individual, but could just drop him off at a healer's place. ]
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A briefly distressed look crosses his face before he closes his eyes and nods at the initial words. Very quietly: ]
'Regular' when it comes to my kind, I'm afraid.
[ When the question is asked, he looks at the ground and simply shakes his head. ]
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Red eyes glance up briefly at those quiet words. Also quietly: ]
Nothing regular about it.
[ It shouldn't be taken as regular - he means. It shouldn't be considered "normal". ]
I can send a message to the nearby town informing them about him later. They can at least go collect his body.
[ Returned to whatever family he might have. ]
We'll have to get out of here, though. [ So no one stumbles upon them. ]
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Difficult to remember...
[ That it shouldn't be considered that, he means. And the next words earn an openly appreciative expression. ]
I appreciate that.
[ And then he frowns lightly at the last part. He hesitates, and then he smiles with reassurance. ]
I planned to keep any... possible hunters distracted. I'd never let them find you suspicious.
[ That wording in the second sentence might feel a bit strange, given they've surely just met. ]
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Same.
[ He barely remembers what it was like before dragons became hunted. Even if he has the stories Magni tells him, it's not the same. ]
Doesn't cost much to send a message.
[ Does Wren have any sympathy for the hunter? Not really. But that hunter might have had a family.
That second sentence does make his eyebrows knit together as he stares at the wound in front of him, for some reason Wren doesn't like either of those sentences when put together. ]
I'd already be suspicious for helping you. So we might as well be suspicious together.
[ Wren's gaze lifts after that. ] Plus you'll be wearing my favorite shirt.
[ That sure is a light tease. ]
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I can imagine...
[ Genuine softness is in his voice before he manages a shaky smile. ]
Some might have said otherwise, all things considered.
[ A look of protest is on his face with the last parts, though something about the very last sentence...
Just a hint of fluster rests on his face as ge glances away. ]
W-will I...?
[ Only dragon ears could hear the tiny sound escaping him now. It's definitely a whine of protest. ]
You really shouldn't. I don't want you hurt because of me.
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The hunter might be an asshole, but if he has any family, they should know.
[ Wren doesn't want to know if said hunter had a "good reason", he doesn't care. There shouldn't be any reason good enough to justify torturing someone else.
Since he's still looking directly at the other, he doesn't miss that flustered expression. ]
Yes. You will.
[ This is all a very interesting and strange reaction. They've only just met, right? ]
Then neither of us will get hurt. Since I'll be protecting you, and you don't want me to get hurt.
[ Said simply, as if it's that easy. ]
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Though the next ones have him faltering once more. After he dares to look at the dragon, he seems to lose a lot of desire to protest. Instead, a small, sad smile tugs at his lips as he nods. ]
Very well... I still trust you.
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Those words... have him confused. ]
You trust me when we haven't even exchanged names?
[ It's clear that Wren doesn't remember. ]
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As I thought... you really don't remember.
[ He gives a faint, reassuring look and nod. ]
It's okay, Wren. After... everything, I'm... happy seeing you, at all.
[ After steadying his breathing... ]
Aeryn. We spent a lot of time together, when we were younger.
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It has Wren staring at the other's face for different reasons. Trying to recall when he's seen it through a haze of blood and death. Many of his early memories are distant after what happened to his village - to him.
His mouth silently shapes Aeryn's name without giving it sound. As if that's enough to make himself remember. ]
I... feel like I know you. Just...
[ His memories are failing him. A hand lifts to touch Aeryn's cheek, careful to not smear more blood everywhere. ]
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That just means your head hasn't caught up with your heart, right?
[ By this point, his injuries look a little better already. Nothing significant, but it's enough to reveal naturally enhanced healing.
He reaches up, fingers so gently brushing over Wren's. The touch is as shy as his next words. ]
Take your time. If you want... once we've relocated, I can try to help.
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I guess so.
[ It would explain that protective feeling. Wren looks down to see some of those other wounds healing. Glad for it.
Someone touching him like that... this doesn't feel like the brotherly touches Magni gives him. Or the playful ones Nym does. He's reluctant to pull back. ]
Let's take care of the rest of your wounds and get you cleaned up. Then we'll leave.
[ He can send a message on the way. Hire a messenger bird from the next town over.
Fingers move across the spell or curse marks. ]
Any idea what these are? [ If they're tracking spells, they need to get rid of them. ]
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The start of a trapping spell. I barely stopped it in time. It should vanish the rest of the way, the further away we get. It's how I'm able to tell that none of the hunters are nearby. It would expand again, if they were.
[ So, for now, they're handy. ]
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Then let's get you cleaned up so we can get out of here before they start moving closer.
[ Once the shirt is removed, he gets the bucket of water and a rag to wipe off all of that blood. Yes, he intends to do it so that Aeryn doesn't have to hurt himself stretching. ]
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Eventually, he lowers them and shyly glances away, deciding to let Wren do this. Shyly, he mutters. ]
Thanks...
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There's a nod at the thanks, though perhaps Aeryn will notice that he's not nearly as chatty as his younger self. He wipes away the blood, and another rag comes to dry. Any injuries that might need a bandage are getting one. ]
All done. [ Wren reaches for a shirt - not the one Aeryn was holding earlier. This one is done in a blue color that matches the dragon's hair. He'll help put it on. ]
Are you injured lower?
[ Even as he asks, Wren's hand is trailing over Aeryn's thigh and calf - searching for a wound or even just blood spots. It's certainly... not a shy touch. ]
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Aeryn is redder than ever as he quickly - but very gently - captures Wren's hand. Not to pull it away, granted. Instead, he's guiding it to his ankle, a faintly sheepish and shy smile on his lips. ]
Just a minor sprain. We don't have to hold things up for that if you think we should get moving quickly.
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