∞ 53: Those in the dark [action/accidental sound]

[chikaidestroyer]

[A bedraggled figure slowly drags himself towards the edge of the village, swaying dangerously every few steps and having to stop to recover. Spatters of blood mar the normally white portions of his coat and darken the deep gray sections. Bloody strips of material hang loosely around his neck in place of his scarf, pulled loose after nearly suffocating on too tightly-wrapped bandages.

On Albert's forehead is a mark, dark against his pale skin. He finally kneels after swaying just a little too much, nearly collapsing as his head aches.

His journal drops from somewhere above, and the hooting of a small owl can be heard.]

Comments

[Action]

[chikaidestroyer]

[He still has to move slightly as Raine's hands slip behind his neck to secure each wrapping, but this is more tolerable than the salve. His eyes flicker shut again, and he doesn't open his eyes again until the bandaging is finished.]

[Action]

[wise_maiden]

[She nods when his eyes open again, grabbing a towel again to get those last traces of blood on any exposed areas, and wipes her own hands with a fresh one, adding it to the pile. So much blood, and now she has to clean that up too.]

... All right. A shirt then. Or would you rather deal with that later, and have just a blanket for now?

[Action]

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert nods, though the motion is now very stiff because of the secured bandages. He motions towards an extra blanket at the foot of his bed.]

[Action]

[wise_maiden]

[She nods. They can deal with the shirt at another time. She moves to get the blanket instead, delicately unfolding it and smoothly drawing it up around him.]

[Action]

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert rests his arms over the blanket, much more comfortable but understandably tired. He looks at Raine before mouthing words that he can't say.

"Thank you."

And his eyes slide shut again.]

[Action]

[wise_maiden]

[Raine's fingers remain lingering on the edge of the blanket for a few moments more as she looks down at him, something akin to tenderness visible in her expression, not that he can see that.]

... you're welcome, Albert. Rest well.