“Help” with Rift 👀 (you’re doing lbl guys right?)
-Sky Floor
Rift immediately felt discomfort when he awoke, his head pounding, his leg pulsing with pain, and his sides cramping. His neck clearly had a knot in it from where he was laying, and he shifted around to get comfortable.
Of course, that was a grave mistake, for hot pain shot through his leg and ribs, making him flinch and gasp. His eyes shot open, and he saw he was in a small, makeshift tent, with a piece of fabric holding up his left leg in the air, the leg bandaged up and put in a splint. Rift stared for a moment, forgetting what had happened to his left leg, but the memory of a lynel stampede ran through his mind. He pushed Age out of the way before he could get trampled, but that ended up putting him in the line of fire. The pain was agonizing, feeling his bones crush under the hooves of the thundering Lynels. He blacked out at some point, and when he awoke, Age was cradling him while speaking calmly to him as he laid there in pain, but everything beyond that was blank for him.
Oh well. At least he was alive.
Rift let out a sigh, feeling a little surprised that he wasn’t actively dying, but also relieved that Age helped him.
Speaking of, where was he?
As if sensing him, Age entered the tent, a tense look on his face as he watched Rift. His expression softened, and he smiled.
“I’m glad to see you’re doing better,” he said softly, and Rift blinked at him. Though Age spoke to him when he was trampled, he never really comprehended that the silent hero spoke to him. It was no surprise that he sounded just like Wild, though their accents were slightly different. Wild had a more posh accent that he normally heard from his castle town, but Age’s accent was slightly different, his r’s rolled in a subtle way. It reminded him of Suthorn.
Age stared at Rift’s leg, poking it slightly which made Rift hiss in pain. He gave him an apologetic look and let out a sigh.
“I gave you a red potion, but it wasn’t enough to heal you all the way,” he simply explained, sitting down next to Rift. “I don’t know where the others are, nor do I know how to find them, so we’ll be here until you heal, which may take a while.”
Rift frowned. He hated the idea of sitting around doing nothing. How was he going to do anything? Age rested his hand on Rift’s shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile.
“It’s ok. I’ll take care of you. Whatever you need, I will help.”
Rift stared at him, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He wanted to say thank you, he wanted to say how grateful he was for Age, and how much he cared about him. But his throat burned when he opened his mouth, and he kept quiet. Fortunately, Age was able to understand his silent language, and he smiled at him.
“Thank you for saving me… but please don’t do that again. I don’t want you hurt again.”
He couldn’t make any promises about that, and Age stood up while dusting himself off.
“Are you hungry? Let me make you something.”
Rift of course said nothing when Age left, but he was pretty hungry, so he was glad he was going to get some food.
He shifted again, discomfort in his body, and he sighed again.
This was going to be a long few weeks…
