ooc: No, long is good! ^_^ Ha ha, narcolepsy strikes again. This can be my last post, or he can wake up in another ten minutes or so. The sleeping sickness is uncontrollable, but short!
I've got soul but I'm not a soldier
Slay's chest was heaving by the time they had arrived at the musty clinic, and he let the braided rope fall from his panting jaws with relief. He had ignored Firefly's occasional taunts along the way, although he did add an extra swagger to his hips as she complained about the view. Who didn't enjoy that vantage point?
It felt good; the pure physical exertion wasn't something he got to do often, and it was enjoyable, in a masculine sort of way. He caught his breath in the doorway as Hanna heaved Svara's limp weight onto the tall flat bed.
He padded curiously into the room, looking at the cabinets and the stark walls, soaking in the surroundings. Every building was so different here. On his own, he never explored the decrepit structures, although with an escort, he was willing to brave the enclosed spaces. Without knowledge of the human ways, Slay didn't quite grasp the meaning of the symbols, or the full purpose of each separate establishment, but he could understand that this hard-tiled floor and unfurnished room was intended for exactly what Hanna used it for. The scent of the alcohol burned Slay's nostrils, and he made a face as he watched her apply it to the unconscious pup's wounds. She didn't awaken, which was a surprise to the observing male. The scent alone would have rocketed him from a coma.
"...I'd be happy to keep you company," he said gallantly, leaning appreciatively into her one-armed embrace. He had all but overcome his awkwardness around the shifted; they were the same underneath their fur, whether they stood on two legs or four. "It was my pleasure to be of service, and I'll gladly assist you again, should the need arise." He grinned cheerfully, meaning what he said. He knew nothing of medicine or healing, but it always fascinated him to watch Hanna's deft skills. "I... hope you don't mind... if..." His voice trailed off into a mighty yawn, the drowsiness catching up to him. All the excitement was now overwhelming, and the big male settled his chin on Hanna's dark-furred shoulder, drifting into an almost immediate sleep.
