K'yohko did not return the smile. His lips remained affixed in a thin seemingly permanent scowl. Even in a grim situation, K'hai could keep the mood light. Yohko envied such a power to remain so upbeat. To speak words that brought light and life back to the dark miasma. Whenever K'yohko tried to draw up such words, they stuck on his tongue and there was only silence. Yohko lowered his eyes and looked away from K'hai at the request.
"No need. We bring them back with us to provide food for the tribe." He muttered, his eyes being drawn to the girl as she made her way to them as well. The way she spoke grated on his already frayed nerves. He had never heard such an accent, and it made him want to rip out her neck. Every strange word was more difficult to understand than the next, and he winced almost visibly when she spoke; everytime, she spoke.
Yohko looked somewhat bewildered, although it only showed in his eyes as she shoved bandages towards him. He glanced at his bleeding arm and how parts of it seemed to be completely chewed through and realized when his adrenaline faded it was going to feel like it was being ripped off constantly. And yet she asked him to do... something about sap? Yohko held the bandages only because they were thrust at him and he would not have them be wasted in the sand and snarled at the girl again. He moved his injured arm in a way that showed it was nonfunctioning.
"Does it look like I can use this arm right now?" He snapped, his anger easily besting the usually calm Nunh now. "Speak normally or don't speak to me. I can't even understand you." Yohko snapped further before shoving the bandages roughly back at her and turning his back. He stormed angrily across the sand towards his Courel, whom had begun to pile up the drake bodies. It was custom that the Courel carry them back and she had long since been trained to collect the bodies of her kills in one spot.
In truth, K'yohko was completely useless when it came to bandaging. His hands were strong from fighting, but clumsy when he did something unpracticed. To be asked to tend to a wound was to ask him to humiliate himself doing something he was completely unfamiliar with, and his pride had been injured enough that day. Instead, he set about kneeling over the bodies of the dead Amal'jaa and picking off anything useful or valuable looking so that he could pack it in the saddle bag on his Courel.
"No need. We bring them back with us to provide food for the tribe." He muttered, his eyes being drawn to the girl as she made her way to them as well. The way she spoke grated on his already frayed nerves. He had never heard such an accent, and it made him want to rip out her neck. Every strange word was more difficult to understand than the next, and he winced almost visibly when she spoke; everytime, she spoke.
Yohko looked somewhat bewildered, although it only showed in his eyes as she shoved bandages towards him. He glanced at his bleeding arm and how parts of it seemed to be completely chewed through and realized when his adrenaline faded it was going to feel like it was being ripped off constantly. And yet she asked him to do... something about sap? Yohko held the bandages only because they were thrust at him and he would not have them be wasted in the sand and snarled at the girl again. He moved his injured arm in a way that showed it was nonfunctioning.
"Does it look like I can use this arm right now?" He snapped, his anger easily besting the usually calm Nunh now. "Speak normally or don't speak to me. I can't even understand you." Yohko snapped further before shoving the bandages roughly back at her and turning his back. He stormed angrily across the sand towards his Courel, whom had begun to pile up the drake bodies. It was custom that the Courel carry them back and she had long since been trained to collect the bodies of her kills in one spot.
In truth, K'yohko was completely useless when it came to bandaging. His hands were strong from fighting, but clumsy when he did something unpracticed. To be asked to tend to a wound was to ask him to humiliate himself doing something he was completely unfamiliar with, and his pride had been injured enough that day. Instead, he set about kneeling over the bodies of the dead Amal'jaa and picking off anything useful or valuable looking so that he could pack it in the saddle bag on his Courel.
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