The Sword of the South - Earc
“He forced his eyes open, biting back a moan as fire burned his left side, and Wencit looked down at him.
“Rest easy. You’re not hurt as badly as it feels, but it’s bad enough, and I’m sure it feels even worse!”
“W-What happened?” Even as he heard his own voice ask it, a back corner of Kenhodan’s mind decided that was the stupidest question he’d ever heard. Or remembered hearing, anyway.
“Dragons don’t die easily,” Wencit replied almost absently, ripping at Kenhodan’s tunic, and the red-haired m...an yelped as fresh anguish lashed at him.
“Easy!” he gasped. “That’s the only skin I have!”
“And you won’t have as much of it unless we do something about the acid,” Wencit told him tartly. “Bahzell’s just a bit busy at the moment, so do me a favor and behave yourself—” Kenhodan yelped again as more fabric tore in a fresh spasm of pain “—while I at least get it off of you.”
“It’s not my fault your touch isn’t exactly gentle,” Kenhodan panted through his teeth.MoreLess
“Rest easy. You’re not hurt as badly as it feels, but it’s bad enough, and I’m sure it feels even worse!”
“W-What happened?” Even as he heard his own voice ask it, a back corner of Kenhodan’s mind decided that was the stupidest question he’d ever heard. Or remembered hearing, anyway.
“Dragons don’t die easily,” Wencit replied almost absently, ripping at Kenhodan’s tunic, and the red-haired m...an yelped as fresh anguish lashed at him.
“Easy!” he gasped. “That’s the only skin I have!”
“And you won’t have as much of it unless we do something about the acid,” Wencit told him tartly. “Bahzell’s just a bit busy at the moment, so do me a favor and behave yourself—” Kenhodan yelped again as more fabric tore in a fresh spasm of pain “—while I at least get it off of you.”
“It’s not my fault your touch isn’t exactly gentle,” Kenhodan panted through his teeth.MoreLess
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