redeyedguardian:

Did Emil think he couldn’t apply the bandages himself? Not that he cared too much, but he had to say that the determined touch in the others voice didn’t leave room for him to argue. He simply obliged and did what Emil had asked.

Leaning on Emil for some kind of support was challenging since everywhere pretty much felt like he got thrown under horses, but he wasn’t going to complain. Though his sharp intakes of breath must have been making it obvious. The second Ratatosk got out of these woods, he was going to take a long nap. That’s what he decided. He was sure however, that was going to end up happening anyway the second some kind of sense of safety was felt. Exhaustion tended to work that way.

      “It’ll be okay,” he voiced it enough, hearing the sharp hiss through his mouth. He knew the other’s condition must have been bad, but … It was worrying that Ratatosk was this badly injured. Especially on his lonesome. Had he no-one else around? Slowly, he inched Ratatosk to the ground to rest against the trunk of the tree. “I promise, I’ll take c-care of you.”

This was where now the difficult part came in. “I need you to to point out wh-where your injuries are ( or the not-obvious ones ) some might need me to remove clothes … “ Maybe, Emil was unsure. If the other had as many bruises ( as it appeared ) than it would be prudent to take get them cleansed and bandaged as soon as possible. Though, something told him he might have some arguments there.

                                                    “Here, this should d-dull some of the pain.”

Of course now Emil hands over the apple gel, a gingerly awkward smile wrapping his mouth. He’d forgotten it … the obvious guilty look to doing so was befitting him.