Post by roadkill on Feb 11, 2021 9:45:01 GMT -5
There was a stirring maelstrom in the Force, his presence as he lay restful. The monitors beeped and droned on their steady rhythm, though she could hear his heartbeat just fine. Hour after hour passed by. As for her own temperament, there was no despair. Not truly, anyway. Nyx knew her love would pull through—it was just a matter of when and how much would return. The thought of him being paralyzed in that leg had graced her consciousness more than a couple of times. She, too, began to drift off to dreamland. Not with the explicit purpose of meeting Nali there, just to rest. Urz had come from her den in the hold to sit in the threshold to the med-bay to stand on watch, no matter how improbable an intruder was.
She had felt him begin to return to consciousness long before his eyes had even thought to open. Though, Nyx remained just as she was as she felt a familiar hand brushing the hair from her face. Eyes fluttered open, she shifted to gaze up at Nali. ”Ah, but you’ve never needed any help punishing yourself…” she said, only half in jest. A hand rose to rub each of her eyes in turn, wiping away the last vestiges of sleep. It was, perhaps, one of the things she loved most about him. As strong as Nalialu Xem was, truly he was just as sensitive. At times, she felt as if he might take it to heart if he caught a glancing blow from a cross look of hers.
She sucked through clenched teeth as he cried out in pain, now feeling the effects of being blasted. ”Calm yourself,” she reminded him. He might have been on the last leg of the race, but he wasn’t out of the woods just yet. She had a feeling, had he tried to get out of bed he would collapse on the durasteel deck within three steps. Already she carried him, by her count, three times today. A fourth was not on the agenda, by any means. ”It’s just a graze, but it will sting for a few days.” The first time was always the worst. Pain was not unfamiliar, in and of itself, but the pain of being shot was not an intrinsic piece of wisdom. It was not unlike how the long scar that ran down over her left eye had once burned with the same intensity as the lightsaber that had caused it. How the eye itself was still working was something of a miracle. Even a graze from a blaster bolt stung like hell.
Pain was useful. It was a reminder that one was still alive, could yet fight on. The kolto patch had largely gone to help combat the poison, but should have begun to work on the blaster graze as well by now. Perhaps the patch had run dry; Nyx hadn’t any idea how long the pair of them had been asleep. The hand on his chest moved up, fingers twining gently in his beard. She had no intentions of getting up anytime soon, nor allowing him to. Urz sighed and huffed, relaxing her posture to lay down on the deck now that her charges were awake and aware. The silent changing of the guard, practiced every night though it had never been taught. Nyx hadn’t had to teach the Vornskr much of anything; it merely happened. Pack mentality. Even in one’s own den, the protocols didn’t change. Another sigh, and the pup was off to dreamland, herself, off to leap and bound and stalk and hunt something tasty.
Good girl, thank you, Nyx thought at Urz.
She had felt him begin to return to consciousness long before his eyes had even thought to open. Though, Nyx remained just as she was as she felt a familiar hand brushing the hair from her face. Eyes fluttered open, she shifted to gaze up at Nali. ”Ah, but you’ve never needed any help punishing yourself…” she said, only half in jest. A hand rose to rub each of her eyes in turn, wiping away the last vestiges of sleep. It was, perhaps, one of the things she loved most about him. As strong as Nalialu Xem was, truly he was just as sensitive. At times, she felt as if he might take it to heart if he caught a glancing blow from a cross look of hers.
She sucked through clenched teeth as he cried out in pain, now feeling the effects of being blasted. ”Calm yourself,” she reminded him. He might have been on the last leg of the race, but he wasn’t out of the woods just yet. She had a feeling, had he tried to get out of bed he would collapse on the durasteel deck within three steps. Already she carried him, by her count, three times today. A fourth was not on the agenda, by any means. ”It’s just a graze, but it will sting for a few days.” The first time was always the worst. Pain was not unfamiliar, in and of itself, but the pain of being shot was not an intrinsic piece of wisdom. It was not unlike how the long scar that ran down over her left eye had once burned with the same intensity as the lightsaber that had caused it. How the eye itself was still working was something of a miracle. Even a graze from a blaster bolt stung like hell.
Pain was useful. It was a reminder that one was still alive, could yet fight on. The kolto patch had largely gone to help combat the poison, but should have begun to work on the blaster graze as well by now. Perhaps the patch had run dry; Nyx hadn’t any idea how long the pair of them had been asleep. The hand on his chest moved up, fingers twining gently in his beard. She had no intentions of getting up anytime soon, nor allowing him to. Urz sighed and huffed, relaxing her posture to lay down on the deck now that her charges were awake and aware. The silent changing of the guard, practiced every night though it had never been taught. Nyx hadn’t had to teach the Vornskr much of anything; it merely happened. Pack mentality. Even in one’s own den, the protocols didn’t change. Another sigh, and the pup was off to dreamland, herself, off to leap and bound and stalk and hunt something tasty.
Good girl, thank you, Nyx thought at Urz.