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Sleeping through the events, Fenris had no knowledge of the male’s lost bag but would gladly join him on the adventure after he was healed. It was only fair since Lian had done so much for him. For now though his body was focused on one thing. Healing.
He would have slept for hours but he could hear something. The elf’s nose twitched slightly but he attempted to keep sleeping. Something told him that it was more important to wake however and a soft groan escaped as his eyes tried to open.
When he spotted the elf looming over him, he started to remember what was happening. Eat? That meant sitting up, didn’t it? With another quiet groan, he nodded his head. “Right…” Putting both hands against the ground, he tried to push himself up.
Lian moved swiftly to help, not even thinking about it really; it was just instinct, like many others, from his training as a healer. His arm wrapped gently around Fenris and he pulled him up to a sitting position, grabbing his coat and folding it to then slip it under the elf’s back so he wouldn’t have to rest it against the cold, bare wall of the cave. His touches were as much practical as they were gentle though and they didn’t linger more than it was necessary.
“Would you like to drink some water first? We only have one bowl.” He asked and explained at once. His mug, like the salt pouch an other useful things from his bags, were lost. Lian wasn’t too concerned with getting them back, at least not now when helping Fenris get better was a much more pressing matter. And those were all easily replaceable things as well; the items that were dear to him had been in the small bag Danarius snatched when going after them and then destroyed most of them as well. Lian’s heart still ached at the memory of his mother’s gift broken into pieces. He carried them now in his pocket, refusing to let go of them even if they didn’t resemble the wooden totem much anymore.