the med tent is the hoppin place to be

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Who: Childermass & open.
When: D90-D91
Where: Back at the carnival, in the medical tent.
What: Childermass had a bad time with a bear's claws and now he's stuck on bed rest.
Warnings: Mentions of violence, injury.

The tail end of the entire Eden fiasco is a blur to Childermass. He made a very poor tactical choice when dealing with Bezaliel, one of the Architects with far more power of the shadows than the magician could have ever imagined. One set of iron claws later and he only vaguely remembers being found by Syrlya and Lambert, bleeding to death in the forests of Eden. They brought him... somewhere.

The temple? He imagines it must have been, the one the healers kept, or else he doubts he'd yet be alive. Who and how he was brought back out of Eden is a mystery and one he hasn't inquired about. Someone carried him or the Ringmaster whisked everyone away, most like, and now all that's left is for him to lay still as can be in a cot and dwell on all the 'should haves' running through his head. In fewer words, sulking, although with his usual lack of emotion, it'd be hard to tell as much.

With his left side and chest all stitched up, along with deep scratches across that same side of his face and what's bound to be a brand new scar across his sharp beak of a nose, there's not much for him to do but wait. Eventually he'll be free to move without worry of popping a stich or two but until then, if he spots anyone approaching by foot he'll eye them and ask in a hoarse, gravelly voice:

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to help me escape back to my own trailer..." It's a pointless request. They wouldn't make it very far. "Or at the very least bring me something to read?"

Or if it's only someone else stuck there with him, well, he clearly can't ask them for aid. They're in as much a bad spot as he is, meaning the best he can offer is a curious look and then a somewhat pained shrug.

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Childermass hangs onto Lambert and does what he can to help get himself propped up against the pillows, settling comfortably while Lambert goes and gets the water. Once he passes it over, he gives a faint snort of amusement.

"Wondered if you would notice those. I keep biting my tongue..."

Which he'll get used to sooner than later but, just for now, just for Lambert, he'll actually bother giving voice to such a minor complaint.

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Lambert shrugs, then winces slightly -- he still forgets not to do that -- before he leans back in his chair. Thankfully, his back's in a state where he can actually do that.

"You get used to it." His own tongue slips out to lick lips and fangs, absently. "Could be worse. You could have come out of Eden with floppy ears ... or a wagging tail."

Now that's an amusing mental image, Childermass gaining a tell for his emotions so much less subtle than puffing feathers.

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"If I had ended up with a tail, I'd be asking the Ringmaster for something else," Childermass says, nose wrinkling as he grimaces at the very thought. A tail. How terrible. He drinks his water instead of saying anything else on that particular matter, thanks.

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Lambert laughs quietly.

“You like tugging on mine often enough,” he murmurs, keeping his voice low. “But you don’t want to let me return the favor?”

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"I can't read what's on your mind from your tail alone, Lambert," is Childermass's excuse. Besides, there's a massive difference between a dragon tail that can actually pick things up or act as a defense and... a fluffy, wagging dog tail.

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“I could use the advantage,” Lambert grins. “And I could brush it and put braids and ribbons in it. Can’t do much with fangs.”

He manages to keep the straight face for all of a moment before he laughs and inevitably winces. Oogh. Laughing hurts.

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"In theory, you could still put a tiny ribbon around a fang," Childermass points out, grasping at whatever humor he can right now, while he can. Even if it might make poor Lambert laugh again. "I just wouldn't appreciate it very much."

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“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Lambert snorts, hands curling on the sheets instead of what he really wants to do, which is pull Childermass to him.

“How about we just get them capped with gold or silver instead?”

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"Too gaudy," Childermass replies. Shiny things he may like, but on his own teeth? Hard pass.