K'luha smiled at her young niece. Had she been missed? It was a good feeling to be missed. At least someone missed her, someone cherished her. It was an important feeling to K'luha, and the injured woman felt warm and comforted from it.
With small but equal bites, K'luha finished the bit of food she had been given. It was both tasteless and full of flavor. But mostly, it filled her with the sensation of home. Even the sand on which she was laying seemed to embrace her thin form with welcome homecoming. And tomorrow when she awoke, perhaps she would be well enough to meet with more family. K'luha carefully laid herself down next to Tahj and curled her torso forward. Her tail weakly shifted in the sand and wrapped over her leg beneath the blanket.
"I missed you too Tahj. I'm happy to be home..." Luha whispered quietly, settling down as Zhumi's medication took over her foggy mind. It was soothing like the sands, and rocked her slow healing spirit to a deep sleep again. A sleep so deep that the chaos that ensued within the tent did not disturb her. She did not stir at K'hai's entrance, nor Xha'li and K'zhumi's frantic rush to save him.
Yohko instinctively looked to his arm as K'deiki mentioned it. It throbbed achingly as blood leaked from the torn and blistered skin. Every pull and movement that moved his shoulder and arm seemed to rip the delicate seams of his skin, unraveling the bloody wound further and further.
The nunh's violently purple eyes flicked upwards with the sound of K'jhanhi's rumbling voice. They would move, of course. He knew it; it was why he had come to tell them first. The elders needed time to prepare to move; the more time, the easier it would be for them. He knew to sound the alarm, it wasn't a question of whether or not to sound it. Still, K'yohko bowed his head in a humble urgency. As his eyes were cast down, they fell upon one of his younger daughters. K'mih; Why was she in the tent? The question flashed vaguely through his mind. And his eyes followed her strong but thin form as she stepped forward, announcing her intent in a more forceful voice than he had ever heard from her. K'yohko's face hardened, creasing and twisting lightly as he considered her request. Only a faint beat of silent passed in the elder's tent before K'yohko answered.
"Do it." He commanded shortly. His feet twisted the sand below him, and he pushed his weight from his heels and turned his body to exit. The injured nunh ducked through the thick flaps to the tent's entrance and exited quickly. Although he tried to conceal his injury, his entire body sagged with the weighty extent of them. Blistering burned skin covered a hefty portion of his skin, and the blood loss made his head feel light and uncomfortable. K'yohko's teeth grit down, gnashing together as if he sheer force of will might halt the worsening of his condition. In a last ditch effort, K'yohko pulled the blood soaked shirt from his wound and attempted to tear it into a more manageable bandage. His attempt at a bandage was poor and crude, but if nothing else the cloth was tied to his arm over a portion of his injury.
With small but equal bites, K'luha finished the bit of food she had been given. It was both tasteless and full of flavor. But mostly, it filled her with the sensation of home. Even the sand on which she was laying seemed to embrace her thin form with welcome homecoming. And tomorrow when she awoke, perhaps she would be well enough to meet with more family. K'luha carefully laid herself down next to Tahj and curled her torso forward. Her tail weakly shifted in the sand and wrapped over her leg beneath the blanket.
"I missed you too Tahj. I'm happy to be home..." Luha whispered quietly, settling down as Zhumi's medication took over her foggy mind. It was soothing like the sands, and rocked her slow healing spirit to a deep sleep again. A sleep so deep that the chaos that ensued within the tent did not disturb her. She did not stir at K'hai's entrance, nor Xha'li and K'zhumi's frantic rush to save him.
Yohko instinctively looked to his arm as K'deiki mentioned it. It throbbed achingly as blood leaked from the torn and blistered skin. Every pull and movement that moved his shoulder and arm seemed to rip the delicate seams of his skin, unraveling the bloody wound further and further.
The nunh's violently purple eyes flicked upwards with the sound of K'jhanhi's rumbling voice. They would move, of course. He knew it; it was why he had come to tell them first. The elders needed time to prepare to move; the more time, the easier it would be for them. He knew to sound the alarm, it wasn't a question of whether or not to sound it. Still, K'yohko bowed his head in a humble urgency. As his eyes were cast down, they fell upon one of his younger daughters. K'mih; Why was she in the tent? The question flashed vaguely through his mind. And his eyes followed her strong but thin form as she stepped forward, announcing her intent in a more forceful voice than he had ever heard from her. K'yohko's face hardened, creasing and twisting lightly as he considered her request. Only a faint beat of silent passed in the elder's tent before K'yohko answered.
"Do it." He commanded shortly. His feet twisted the sand below him, and he pushed his weight from his heels and turned his body to exit. The injured nunh ducked through the thick flaps to the tent's entrance and exited quickly. Although he tried to conceal his injury, his entire body sagged with the weighty extent of them. Blistering burned skin covered a hefty portion of his skin, and the blood loss made his head feel light and uncomfortable. K'yohko's teeth grit down, gnashing together as if he sheer force of will might halt the worsening of his condition. In a last ditch effort, K'yohko pulled the blood soaked shirt from his wound and attempted to tear it into a more manageable bandage. His attempt at a bandage was poor and crude, but if nothing else the cloth was tied to his arm over a portion of his injury.
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