Phillip was incredibly worried as Moss handed him the clothes. He knew what he had to do, knew that they had to go home as soon as possible so that he could get the other warm. He was so focused on getting Moss well again that he didn’t allow himself to react to the fact that the witch had commented on how good it felt to be held by him. The memory lingered in his head, though, and it would most likely invade his dreams and thoughts for the next few days.
Watching him as he tried to walk, the wolf never looked away from him. “Moss…” He sighed quietly. “Please… Just tell me if you can’t walk. Please.” Phillip said softly. And he knew he should have moved forward. He knew he should have been there as the other fell. But he wasn’t. And that was unforgivable.
As soon as Moss hit the ground Phillip ran to his side and propped him up, being as gentle as he could. “Where’s your robe?” He asked, making sure that Moss was stable enough to stand on his own, before looking around quickly. He spotted the white robe hanging from a tree not too far away, and then focused on Moss. “Okay, hold onto me.”
And with that, Phillip swiftly picked up the other bridal style and walked to the robe. “I’m gonna put you down now, okay?” He whispered softly, his face close to Moss’. Carefully setting him down, he grabbed the robe and held it out so that Moss could get dressed, his blue eyes paying attention to the witch’s every movement worriedly. “How do you feel?”
He smiled meekly as he shivering took the robe from Phillip and pulled it over his head, still unable to get it all the way down over his legs. “Well I can’t feel my legs; still completely numb below the upper thigh. I can barely wiggle my fingers either so I can’t cast a warming spell or even create some witchfire...”
Moss knew he looked pitiful on the ground, teeth chattering, shaking, blue lipped, he really had gotten into a mess and had to be rescued. Again. He tried to open and close his hands to try to get some more blood into them but it was no use he could hardly get his fingers an inch from his palm. He just looked from his hand up to Phillip utterly defeated. Great you finally meet a good guy and this is what qualifies as a date him rescuing you from your own nervous breakdown fucking great job Moss.
He just sat there on the hard ground looking up at Phillip his look of defeat attempting to turn into one of warmth even through blue lips. Phillip was being so kind to someone he barely knew, and he was so beautiful, Moss definitely didn’t deserve such wonderful treatment. But those kind blue eyes staring back at him just told him how worried he was about Moss.