Word Count → 315. Apologies for the delay! :< Thanksgiving was busier than first expected. And, um, Happy Holidays!
The pale Aemon picked up the branch to which the Vorrakess man thankfully took with a firm nod of his head. His eyes watched curiously and cautiously as the man before him began to remove a piece of long, thin fabric from his bag and then, began wrapping it around his shoulder. Most would flinch due to the pain when it was tightened, and Wolf was most definitely tempted to do as such, but he tried to keep a straight face. His blue eyes narrowed, staring at the now wrapped wound as the blood began to stain the fabric in hues of bright red. He turned his head to the side, his lips on the side that would typically remain unseen to Aemon twitched before he shifted back, bracing his hands on each side.
“Let’s get you to the Mansion,” spoke the pale man as he stood and curled his hand gently around Wolfgang’s left arm. Of course, the hybrid blinked in confusion. He hesitated for a moment, sitting where he was as practical dead weight before he awkwardly pushed off the ground – as he was left handed – with thanks of the branch now in his right hand. The first few steps were wobbled, his legs still shaking from exhaustion and the cut along his right did not help it. “Thank you,” he murmured though his voice lacked the typical emotion spoken with the phrase as they crossed the border into Inferni territory.
His vision began to blur once more, white spots and those of different neon color fluttered in and out of view. His jaw tensed and his forehead furrowed while his blue eyes remained in their narrowed state. Even with the looming building of the Mansion so close, he could barely focus. His feet began to fumble underneath him and he clamped his teeth together. “Rest…” The cloaked tawny male managed to say.
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