Current mood:

sad

Well this sucks.
Jaenelle is currently sitting next to Lucivar's bed, looking extremely unhappy and extremely uncomfortable and extremely annoyed. Lucivar is, fortunately, currently asleep, though it took all her effort to get him there, especially when he got past the shock of Jaenelle being alive and realized that she was currently vulnerable and, as far as he's concerned, helpless. Even listing hopelessly from the wound in his leg and wings half spread, gritted teeth ignoring the agony from them, he attempted to bully her into sitting down so he could get her something to help. No such luck. She informed him very firmly that he is not going anywhere.

And she can't get another Healer. She tried to bring Karla here earlier, but his memories of her were fuzzy at best and there was a tense moment where Jaenelle had to shield Karla because Lucivar's eyes went wild and he very nearly attacked her. Karla fled in a hurry.

Jaenelle's closed and locked the door, frowning at her sleeping brother, looking at his wings with still midnight eyes, all the rage and fury bottled beneath her skin now so the room itself is normal temperature, but seeing Lucivar like this, conscious and not Lucivar but Prince Yaslana - she's seen him on the killing edge, but never like this. And this is worse. Because he's wounded.

She reaches one hand to brush his hair back from his face, too sore to even consider trying to heal him. And that's why the unhappiness. Because she can't do anything. Can't fix his beautiful wings. Can't bring him back. Just has to wait.

Lucivar stirs slightly at her touch and makes a slight noise that on any other man might have been a cry.