For one raised on the idea that strength and looking strong were the most important things, throwing up on someone he considered so very important was utterly shameful. So many reasons for the misery brewing in his milk chocolate brown colored eyes. He nodded despite the pain pounding behind those eyes.
"I think that rides over." He grumbled, almost a tone between the misery of his nightmares and when he isn't quiet awake enough to be polite to anyone in the mornings before that first sip of coffee and stolen strip of bacon.
When the door shut he forced himself to sit up despite his stomach's heavy protests, moving had never been so hard short of heavy injuries and blood loss. Still his stubborn nature helped him tug the shirts over his head. At least he had been in more modern clothes that were easier to slip on and off. Pushing himself unsteadily to his feet he nearly fell before just sitting back down shirtless deciding the pants just weren't worth changing. A snap and a shove of the blanket towards the floor and Sylvi was right there tugging at the blanket with her teeth as Thorfinn shifted it off onto the floor. Laying back again the tiny wolf used the blanket and her hindlegs to push herself up on the mattress. It was a damn good thing he had been training her not to eat without the snapping order, or norse word given. She moved and nuzzled her snout against his neck as he stared at the ceiling.
"Shh." He hushed at her whining as he looked at the ceiling. Trying to figure out what he would say when Jo walked in. Before his body could react any worse again. He had to say something. He needed to speak those elegant words that his father, Leif and even Askeladd could pull from anywhere.
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For one raised on the idea that strength and looking strong were the most important things, throwing up on someone he considered so very important was utterly shameful. So many reasons for the misery brewing in his milk chocolate brown colored eyes. He nodded despite the pain pounding behind those eyes.
"I think that rides over." He grumbled, almost a tone between the misery of his nightmares and when he isn't quiet awake enough to be polite to anyone in the mornings before that first sip of coffee and stolen strip of bacon.
When the door shut he forced himself to sit up despite his stomach's heavy protests, moving had never been so hard short of heavy injuries and blood loss. Still his stubborn nature helped him tug the shirts over his head. At least he had been in more modern clothes that were easier to slip on and off. Pushing himself unsteadily to his feet he nearly fell before just sitting back down shirtless deciding the pants just weren't worth changing. A snap and a shove of the blanket towards the floor and Sylvi was right there tugging at the blanket with her teeth as Thorfinn shifted it off onto the floor. Laying back again the tiny wolf used the blanket and her hindlegs to push herself up on the mattress. It was a damn good thing he had been training her not to eat without the snapping order, or norse word given. She moved and nuzzled her snout against his neck as he stared at the ceiling.
"Shh." He hushed at her whining as he looked at the ceiling. Trying to figure out what he would say when Jo walked in. Before his body could react any worse again. He had to say something. He needed to speak those elegant words that his father, Leif and even Askeladd could pull from anywhere.