ratatosk!

Ratatosk shot an in unintentional glare at Emil not realizing it was him at first and quickly adjusted to soften the gaze. He was leaning up against a tree covering one of the latest wounds he received with his hand while not caring if Emil saw the other cuts and bruises that plagued his body. How long did Ratatosk go missing in these woods, and if Emil is here, is he anywhere near to getting out of them. Out of them would be nice.

“No.” The reply was a bit cold and stiff, but Ratatosk didn’t have the energy to lie about his well being “Have any bandages? I ran out.”

      “Uhn! I do. Just give me a s-second.”

Emil was quick to move. Getting closer to Ratatosk and pulling out bandages from his bag before pausing, glancing at Ratatosk, then to the bandages. There were a few things that Emil was unsure about here. One of which was Ratatosk’s ability to apply these bandages on his lonesome. After all, he was badly cut, even the harsh gaze hadn’t been enough to deter him from wanting to move forward and help the Lord.

The next was Ratatosk’s stiffness. There was usually some standing between them, the quickly force of a softened gaze, the inability to recognize his voice … all of that worried Emil. He didn’t know whether or not he should try to go for help ( ratatosk probably wouldn’t like that much ) or if he should stay and apply the bandages himself.

With a breath and a set jaw, the young boy moved inward, slowly. “Here,” his voice was soft, keeping the bandages to himself, “lean on me, f-for a little bit, then I can set you down o the ground. I’ll take care of your wounds this time.”

His words did not provide room for argument, green eyes were sincere in their response. It would be him taking care of Ratatosk this time, instead of the other way around.