By daybreak the Tiefling will stir, groaning softly as he shifts on his cot. His head is pounding and he's thirsty, but he's alive. There's still aches, bruises and scrapes but he's not bleeding out. Even with healing magic there was usually a residual ache for a time. More rest and light labor would give his body time to repair the rest on his own. Between the herbs and a dash of spellcraft he would survive and be well within a few days.
The long tail flops out of the bed and curls on the floor as if it too was rudely awakened. He'll push himself up to sitting, moving slowly and carefully as he winces at the pull to his wounds or the way his ribs are bruised all over. He reaches for water left for him and drinks deep, almost missing the presance of the half-dragon form next to his bed.
He'd saved his life and guarded him through the night. He's never known anyone who would do that for him.
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Date: 2016-09-08 08:56 pm (UTC)The long tail flops out of the bed and curls on the floor as if it too was rudely awakened. He'll push himself up to sitting, moving slowly and carefully as he winces at the pull to his wounds or the way his ribs are bruised all over. He reaches for water left for him and drinks deep, almost missing the presance of the half-dragon form next to his bed.
He'd saved his life and guarded him through the night. He's never known anyone who would do that for him.