Abysa takes a bit of time deciding which Nice Sashes get to be blindfolds for the bloody-eyed patient, opting for ones that come in varying shades of blue and grey. He decides to avoid reds, oranges, any sort of warm colour, partially from superstitious worry that it will foster negativity. Unfortunate then, that he does not yet sense the doubt in his charge's heart and mind. He also opts to take some plain bandages from his supply of medicinal materials, knowing they might be better suited to these early days of recovery.
Henry does return to Micolash's room eventually, padding in with his tail tilting low and keeping a distance from the man curled up in his bed. That scream must have really spooked him! Or perhaps it was that lingering frenzy in his injured eyes? Cats are quite Insightful, after all. Rather than jump on the bed, he makes an audible trill and decides the desk is a good spot instead. He is loafing and watching Micolash with round green eyes when Abysa finally returns.
"I return! I have some nice blindfolds picked out for you, as well as some bandages. It seems like it is a better idea to bandage first, after all... But I can always wind a nice colourful blindfold over them! That should minimize blood loss and staining. And of course, I will clean any that are dirtied regardless. Micolash?"
As Abysa finishes storing the blindfolds in a drawer (that Micolash himself cannot open, for his own safety of course), he looks about for the scholar. He floats on over to the bed and spots his curled up shape at last, and sighs with relief. Micolash might feel a slight shift in the mattress as Abysa lands on the bed next to him, back to sitting and looking over him. He reaches out to run his fingers through Micolash's hair, affectionate and gentle.
"Do you need anything else? A pillow, or a blanket? Worry not about bleeding on anything, I made sure the beddings were suited exactly for your sort of situation. Maybe, when you are more awake, we can take a bath."
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Henry does return to Micolash's room eventually, padding in with his tail tilting low and keeping a distance from the man curled up in his bed. That scream must have really spooked him! Or perhaps it was that lingering frenzy in his injured eyes? Cats are quite Insightful, after all. Rather than jump on the bed, he makes an audible trill and decides the desk is a good spot instead. He is loafing and watching Micolash with round green eyes when Abysa finally returns.
"I return! I have some nice blindfolds picked out for you, as well as some bandages. It seems like it is a better idea to bandage first, after all... But I can always wind a nice colourful blindfold over them! That should minimize blood loss and staining. And of course, I will clean any that are dirtied regardless. Micolash?"
As Abysa finishes storing the blindfolds in a drawer (that Micolash himself cannot open, for his own safety of course), he looks about for the scholar. He floats on over to the bed and spots his curled up shape at last, and sighs with relief. Micolash might feel a slight shift in the mattress as Abysa lands on the bed next to him, back to sitting and looking over him. He reaches out to run his fingers through Micolash's hair, affectionate and gentle.
"Do you need anything else? A pillow, or a blanket? Worry not about bleeding on anything, I made sure the beddings were suited exactly for your sort of situation. Maybe, when you are more awake, we can take a bath."