Reality took complete hold. He blinked to clear his sight at he sat up.
The Twelve-sent healer was taking care of his arm. His throat was sore but he would keep that to himself.
He nodded to S'demyx as he took his leave, not bothering to wipe the blood from his axe before securing it to his back. The Highlander was enjoying his pipe. Whatever he was smoking was pungent enough to be noticeable over the sputtering fires around the wrecked camp. Delwyn was looking at him him, smiling.
He returned the smile, nodding once. Then he noticed Delwyn was favoring his left arm and he remembered how close they came to death.
Desmond had forgotten the himself and let down his guard before the camp was secure. If not for fate bringing them the healer and Amaare, the three of them would've died, the camp would still stand and only the Twelve knew how many Flames would've given their lives for nothing. He had been careless.Â
"I'm sorry," he said, shame bowing his shoulders.
The Twelve-sent healer was taking care of his arm. His throat was sore but he would keep that to himself.
He nodded to S'demyx as he took his leave, not bothering to wipe the blood from his axe before securing it to his back. The Highlander was enjoying his pipe. Whatever he was smoking was pungent enough to be noticeable over the sputtering fires around the wrecked camp. Delwyn was looking at him him, smiling.
He returned the smile, nodding once. Then he noticed Delwyn was favoring his left arm and he remembered how close they came to death.
Desmond had forgotten the himself and let down his guard before the camp was secure. If not for fate bringing them the healer and Amaare, the three of them would've died, the camp would still stand and only the Twelve knew how many Flames would've given their lives for nothing. He had been careless.Â
"I'm sorry," he said, shame bowing his shoulders.
