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[not_broomboy]

"Well, that was horrible," he croaks out as they get to their room. Trism had originally brought him to the infirmary, but he'd had enough of sick beds and enough of medical things that he'd merely made use of the sink to rinse out his mouth and demanded he be brought to the room. Trism hadn't liked it, but eventually he'd folded since Liir would

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[dragonmenacier]

"Yes, it was, rather."

He starts the water running in the tub and helps to peel Liir out of his clothes and wipe off a bit. Once he's clean, he pulls Liir to him close and tight.

[not_broomboy]

He snorts again, letting his nose dip into Trism's shoulder.

"I'm not made of glass, Trism. Id've shattered long before now, you know."

[dragonmenacier]

"You were shattered before and you've only just healed from it, Liir."

He strokes Liir's hair back and presses a kiss to his temple.

"Should I get you some coffee?"

[not_broomboy]

"Long enough," he mutters. "And stop treating me like--"

He doesn't know what Trism's treating him like, because he's never been treated like much of anything but a bother, a convenience, a burden, another number. Except...

It's almost like how Candle had treated him and that's just...that just makes it hurt worse, the fact that she's not there with them and he doesn't even know if the two of them got along, whatever Trism says, but he wants her too.

He growls at Trism.

"He didn't hit that hard."

Oh, he'll ache for days, but he has his pride.