[PRP] Tired of Fighting (Chimvi & Metea)

[Velveteen Angel]

Chimvi had been in his den for two days. Hatua, annoying as he was, had been bringing him his herbs twice daily, seeming to recognise that the dosage was still not strong enough to bring the larger male back to full health. The herbs increased in volume after each visit, and Chimvi thanked whatever deity was listening that Hatua seemed to realise after the fifth glare that Chimvi didn't want to talk, and delivered the herbs in silence.

He rested near the mouth of his den, using the wall of the den to hold him up and leaning quite heavily against it. Without it, he would probably be splayed across the ground.

He was tired.

Were the herbs going to work? He wondered, or would he over-dose on them before he found the right quantity? He had to be careful. His body was saturated in the herbs right now and it was a fine balance, however his eyes were clear for the first time since he had collapsed in the herb garden.

Nessiaing

 

[nessiaing]

Velveteen Angel

Metea had stopped Hatua on his way to Chimvi's den and had insisted that he give her the herbs he had been bring. Now with a satchel full of herbs Metea headed towards the males den with her head held high. She had given him some times since the day he had collapsed. She had stayed that day like she had said she would but then she made herself scarce. She wanted Chimvi to realize how much she could do for him, and how much she cared.

Coming to the mouth of his den she smiled seeing him near the front leaning against the wall of his den. She moved inside slightly laying his herbs down in the spot he liked. "You are looking a bit better." she told him noting how clear his eyes looked. She moved forward only hesitating for a moment before she leaned in and gave him a kiss.

"Have you been eating well enough?" she asked. She knew her brother had been bringing the herbs but she doubted he would have had enough sense to bring food along too.