by Alcyone » Sat Aug 03, 2013 2:57 pm
Shoshone barely had time to read what he had wrote before he was trying to cover up the marks that lined her form, "Told you, had a bit of a rumble with a lion." She explained and batted a paw at the air, "They shouldn't be bleeding anymore. None of them are too deep, just surface wounds and a good number of them." She assured him, finding some strange form of reassurance with his concern. She watched him curiously, she had barely let anyone come within three feet of her before, now she was letting him tend to the cuts she suffered.
Zemos slept without movement more than the gentle rise and fall of his chest. No dreams came to him, no passed memories or future fantasies. It was all dark and didn't feel like he was even sleeping at all or recovering any rest. If he dared move, he would be greeted by the reminder of injury, so he subconsciously kept himself still.