Jabari slowly let himself sit down upon the ground, his knee bend up as to keep his injured thigh away from the dirt; and perhaps anything else that may make it all the worse. He had no qualms whether or not Dei wore anything, he himself was pretty lightly dressed anyway. With bloodied hands he took the strips of clothing from the man, making sure to line them well with where the cut in his thigh was exactly.
It took him only moments to get them wrapped around his leg, his eyes rolling once more in his life at his bonded; so worries over nothing. At least it wasn’t worse, his thigh could have been totally mangled by the damn boar. Lucky for both it had ended up a cut just across the inner thigh. With any luck it would be healed in no time, but gods he didn’t want to go see a healer.
“Come on Dei, do we really need to see a healer right away?” his eyes glanced up onto the bonded’s own, almost pleading in a way, “I told you it’s fine, I’m sure nothing bad is going to happen because of it. We both know this could have been so much worse than it actually is.” Though he knew well enough to know infection was possible, but himself was stubborn in the way Dei worried so much over the smallest things. It made him groan like a teenager, annoyed more than anything over the whole thing.
“UGH, if we go see a healer will you stop nagging me?” he squinted his eyes on fake anger at the man, “cause if not I’m just going to go for those deer now and worry about taking not boat and deer out of here.” Jabari wasn’t as serious about it as he may have seemed, Dei just wanted the best for him, to make sure he was safe. Hell, he was mortal, Dei wasn’t; sometimes he could only wonder why he never sought out a bonded that was... immortal like he was.
It took him only moments to get them wrapped around his leg, his eyes rolling once more in his life at his bonded; so worries over nothing. At least it wasn’t worse, his thigh could have been totally mangled by the damn boar. Lucky for both it had ended up a cut just across the inner thigh. With any luck it would be healed in no time, but gods he didn’t want to go see a healer.
“Come on Dei, do we really need to see a healer right away?” his eyes glanced up onto the bonded’s own, almost pleading in a way, “I told you it’s fine, I’m sure nothing bad is going to happen because of it. We both know this could have been so much worse than it actually is.” Though he knew well enough to know infection was possible, but himself was stubborn in the way Dei worried so much over the smallest things. It made him groan like a teenager, annoyed more than anything over the whole thing.
“UGH, if we go see a healer will you stop nagging me?” he squinted his eyes on fake anger at the man, “cause if not I’m just going to go for those deer now and worry about taking not boat and deer out of here.” Jabari wasn’t as serious about it as he may have seemed, Dei just wanted the best for him, to make sure he was safe. Hell, he was mortal, Dei wasn’t; sometimes he could only wonder why he never sought out a bonded that was... immortal like he was.
