The background music supplies by the man who knew Panda was helpful. Itzal tried to focus on that and things other than Panda looking over his leg. He forced himself to try and relax but knowing that his leg was where anyone could see what putting him on edge. Itzal watched everyone in the room cautiously. Everyone but Panda, who probably posed the biggest threat out of anyone considering that she was so close to him and was about to remove stitches from his leg. But if he focused on her, he would be forced to focus on the pain as well. And then the pain would distract him from other potential threats in the room. Itzal felt like prey that had been cornered.
When she pulled on the stitches at first he tensed up, feeling it pull at his leg. Then he forced himself to relax, even though it hurt a little. If he tensed up it would only hurt more. So Itzal listened to Panda explain while he looked around the room. He growled once when he she tugged at a stitch that was particularly uncomfortable. He cut off the growl quickly, and went back to being silent. The sooner his leg was wrapped up and fixed, the soon he could relax. "Thank you." He said, through somewhat clenched teeth. She was being kind to him, despite his somewhat hostile manner, and he did owe her thanks. He would never have known what to do and if she hadn't seen him, he likely would have went on until his leg got too infected to use. Then Itzal would be in an even worse state than he currently was.
Eztli didn't like their position at all either. Itzal could feel his restlessness. He wanted to kill all of the people who might doubt his strength because of the wound. He wanted to show them all that he was the worst monster they had ever meant. He wanted them to scream in agony as he ripped them apart. And he wanted Itzal too stop appearing so weak. Itzal tried to block him out, wishing he had something to dull his feelings. Itzal closed his eyes, annoyance bubbling up inside of him as Eztli continued his tirade that only Itzal could hear. Itzal growled in his head and Eztli stopped momentarily. Then he started up again. Itzal sighed and stopped ignoring the slight pain of Panda attending to his stitches. The pain was better than Eztli at the moment. And at least he knew he would eventually be rid of the pain. Eztli, on the other hand, would haunt him forever.
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