<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ffNSOak.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Tsaghani, Son' Lahleli, Astir, L'aen, Hiti, Ts'itu, Kon, Danae, Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Shaman House<br/><strong>When: </strong>Midday, 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br/><hr/><br/>The fire cracked and popped and L'aen hummed ancient melodies meant to sooth and calm. They still worked and Astir took a deep breath and let it out as he listened to the gentle boy. He had not asked for comfort and he had not expected it either. Growing up the way he had, giving all of himself in the service of the pack left little room for softness. The boy was kind to him. It was appreciated that he took the trouble to ease his restless mind. He opened his eyes as L'aen stopped and a familiar scent came to him through all the blood. The heady scent much like honey in summer. Yes it was his Nesii.<br/><br/>Her concern was well founded. He was regrettably a very bad patient for Danae. Though he did his best they couldn't keep him in bed without drugging him  and they couldn't drug him without a fight either. He was always tearing stitches and that was after the fact. Good luck trying to get him to come voluntarily into the hut to be treated. He had gotten fairly good at stitching himself back up through countless nights of cursing sitting in front of the mirror and wash bin with a bottle of alcohol to clean things with. It took longer and most likely hurt more but that was how he liked to do it. The fact that he had voluntarily come to the hut, of his own accord, and without orders to do so or with an escort told you he knew it was bad enough that he needed help.<br/><br/>Like a phantom vision carrying the scent of fresh snow and pine upon her was his Nesii. his tail thumped the floor a few times in greeting as she growled. 'That's my girl.' he thought as he watched the fierce woman of his dreams cross the room over to him. He didn't even raise his head, didn't even move past the short greeting he had given her. He just sighed heavily at her whine unable to reassure her. He growled lightly in response to her growl trying to tell her not to fuss so much. However he didn't move when she put her paw on his nose even though he protested by growling louder and eventually shaking her paw off his nose. The movement hurt his shoulder and he grimaced and snarled at her to be still and stop fretting. L'aen lifted the blanket enough for Nesii to come under but also enough for her to see the wound to his left leg and right shoulder.<br/><br/>Astir by this time saw Ts'itu come in and kon's scent was not far behind, indeed he managed to stumble in and proceed to make a fool of himself as the women had to help him up. He was sure Kon would be mortified to have the little red head Hiti trying to help him up. The man still didn't know his limits. His ear' flicked to Danae as she spoke and he caught her gaze as she seemed to decide to deal with kon first. He wondered if Son'Lahleli would make it. It was really too soon to tell and he was not reassured by Danae's words. he shut his eyes after that, ears twitching at sounds as he felt his weariness drag at him. Nesii was here, she would be his eyes and ears, his strength. It was alright to shut his eyes for a moment. Drifting on that edge between sleep and waking reality was where he found himself, not fully awake and not fully asleep. He would wake quickly if he wanted to but sleep seemed to dance away from him, determined to leave him in the pain, refusing to let it lift even for a moment. The heat of the room had thawed him and his wounds stung sharply, throbbing to the beat of his heart.