[ Of course she's already seen the state he was in immediately after the fight against Zorc; everything he had done to rid his people and his kingdom of the threat had taken a terrible toll on him, but if he had to do it all over again, he would. The cost to himself personally paled in comparison to saving his people. And because of that, he did everything he could to put Zorc down once and for all, with little thought to himself.
If he'd died in the fight, another would rise up to take his place, but at least he made sure that Zorc's threat was no longer an immediate issue, even if regrouping and picking up the pieces left behind still was something that needed to be done.
In the present, however, it feels as though his entire world has just exploded with pain. It's his own doing, of course, because he has pushed himself too far beyond his limits, and all he can do is lie there and wait for it to pass once more. If sleep would only claim him, it would relieve some of the strain, but it seems to still be eluding him.
He's aware of Lunafreya's efforts to heal the opened wound once more, and as it closes, some of his pain lessens, but he has a lot of ground to cover before he'll be able to sit up without help.
At the moment, words seem to have failed him, even as he lets her own words of advice and mild reproof sink in. Of course he's in no position to lead, and while he trusts his people and his advisors implicitly, the fact remains that enemies wait for situations like this so that they might use them to their advantage, rather like sharks in the water waiting for the right moment to strike. He can't even manage to leave his bed, so it isn't difficult for him to imagine that someone might use his weakness to pull control and the rule of Egypt away from him.
But those thoughts quickly vanish once he realizes how very upset she is. Surely it isn't mere upset at his foolish attempt to push himself before he was ready. He must have done something else wrong to have upset her this much. And it's with that thought in mind that he weakly attempts to squeeze her hand again, even if all he manages is a faint touch. It's hardly a reassuring gesture, but he desperately wants to pass on to her that he'll be all right, even if it might take some time for him to fully regain his strength.
There's an unspoken apology in his eyes too; an apology for upsetting her and causing her to worry about him. She needs rest as well; caring for him and expending the energy she has to heal him has clearly taken a lot out of her.
He can't put all of this into words, but he hopes that some of it is clear in the look he's giving her. ]
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If he'd died in the fight, another would rise up to take his place, but at least he made sure that Zorc's threat was no longer an immediate issue, even if regrouping and picking up the pieces left behind still was something that needed to be done.
In the present, however, it feels as though his entire world has just exploded with pain. It's his own doing, of course, because he has pushed himself too far beyond his limits, and all he can do is lie there and wait for it to pass once more. If sleep would only claim him, it would relieve some of the strain, but it seems to still be eluding him.
He's aware of Lunafreya's efforts to heal the opened wound once more, and as it closes, some of his pain lessens, but he has a lot of ground to cover before he'll be able to sit up without help.
At the moment, words seem to have failed him, even as he lets her own words of advice and mild reproof sink in. Of course he's in no position to lead, and while he trusts his people and his advisors implicitly, the fact remains that enemies wait for situations like this so that they might use them to their advantage, rather like sharks in the water waiting for the right moment to strike. He can't even manage to leave his bed, so it isn't difficult for him to imagine that someone might use his weakness to pull control and the rule of Egypt away from him.
But those thoughts quickly vanish once he realizes how very upset she is. Surely it isn't mere upset at his foolish attempt to push himself before he was ready. He must have done something else wrong to have upset her this much. And it's with that thought in mind that he weakly attempts to squeeze her hand again, even if all he manages is a faint touch. It's hardly a reassuring gesture, but he desperately wants to pass on to her that he'll be all right, even if it might take some time for him to fully regain his strength.
There's an unspoken apology in his eyes too; an apology for upsetting her and causing her to worry about him. She needs rest as well; caring for him and expending the energy she has to heal him has clearly taken a lot out of her.
He can't put all of this into words, but he hopes that some of it is clear in the look he's giving her. ]