By the time Yuusei brings Steven to Syrlya, he's fallen quite still, almost deathly so with his eyes closed. He tries to focus just on breathing through the pain, taking short, faint breaths against his broken ribs.
But when he gets a sense from his arm of him closing in, he opens his eyes and tilts his head to look at him.
"Ah, Steven," Syrlya offers him a strained smile. "Did you ever find your gem?"
[Bedrest]
For the rest of the day, and the day after, Syrlya will be stuck laying with the other injured, maybe (hopefully) with a blanket. Steven's plant and healing magic, and Syrlya's biology being quite predisposed to magic, mean that the worst of the internal damage--broken ribs and spine--are mending without leaving him physically crippled. It's still inadvised for him to be up and about, though, given the weakness of recent damage to his bones on top of bruising and mild bleeding. And as much as he hates to admit it, it still hurts to try and stand up anyway.
But he's not good at rest, and often when someone stops by the room or walks too close to the door he lifts his head to call out. "How are things out there?"
Syrlya | OTA post megathread
By the time Yuusei brings Steven to Syrlya, he's fallen quite still, almost deathly so with his eyes closed. He tries to focus just on breathing through the pain, taking short, faint breaths against his broken ribs.
But when he gets a sense from his arm of him closing in, he opens his eyes and tilts his head to look at him.
"Ah, Steven," Syrlya offers him a strained smile. "Did you ever find your gem?"
[Bedrest]
For the rest of the day, and the day after, Syrlya will be stuck laying with the other injured, maybe (hopefully) with a blanket. Steven's plant and healing magic, and Syrlya's biology being quite predisposed to magic, mean that the worst of the internal damage--broken ribs and spine--are mending without leaving him physically crippled. It's still inadvised for him to be up and about, though, given the weakness of recent damage to his bones on top of bruising and mild bleeding. And as much as he hates to admit it, it still hurts to try and stand up anyway.
But he's not good at rest, and often when someone stops by the room or walks too close to the door he lifts his head to call out. "How are things out there?"