🤒 - Touch Meme Caring for the Muse when they are sick/injured (I’d have slapped your Guardian but I don’t know them that well 😂)
(My ass didnt answer this MY BAD)
Ichor was too injured to move properly between time and space. Sure he could risk furthur injuring himself or he could make the slow trek back home across a thick fog of an unknown woods. The Guardian was not afraid of the misty realm as he was born in one, to find such a fear in a place of comfort would be foolish and would only furthur make his journey home that much more unbearable. After a time he had to pause and replace his bandages that were soaked with blood, radiolaria, and the dew of the trees. "Damn Cabal... Had to blow my ship apart... Plum, please send a-" he paused and held a gun out as he heard a twig bend underneath light footing.
It could be a Psion who was sent to finish the job or perhaps an animal curious of the new scent of blood and machine. "I do not wish to fight... Friend or foe, just leave me be." The safety was promptly remove as the skull of a dead thing emerged from the fog. He paused and questioned, "If you're a friend then please... Help me... If you're a foe, don't underestimate me." Ichor was approached by careful steps and hands that meant no harm. After a time they came to converse about the woods and his wounds. "Words cannot describe how thankful I am to run into a friend here," he leaned heavily into the large trunk behind him as his wounds were mended. "My Ghost has trouble healing my wounds. Sadly, a side effect to having Vex implants but it is a price I was more than willing to pay."















