[ Inwardly, he's cursing his weakness and his inability to properly express himself and what he wants to say. But the combination of the weakness caused by his injuries and the pain he's fighting against (brought about by his own foolishness, of course) has rendered speech impossible. Still, even with all of that, her presence by his side is no less meaningful.
That she's still with him is giving him comfort and the reassurance that he can rise above this, if only with time. Movement remains difficult, but he can at least manage to shake his head, if only barely. He believes he has a lot to apologize for, and that his condition is his own doing, his own fault. Even so, he'd do it again to save his people. The wounds he sustained and the difficulty he's having now are worth all of it.
Now he just has to find the strength to rally and stand, because he can't lead from his bed.
The feel of her fingers in his hair is enough to cause the barest ghost of a smile to crest his face, but it's very clearly strained. How can I guide them forward when I'm lying here like this?
And it's with that thought in mind that he places his hand against the bed, trying to provide himself with enough support to bring himself a little closer to her, ignoring how his wounds protest once again. He has to will himself to ignore the loud protests of discomfort coming from the hand he's using in a desperate effort to prop himself up. Not all of his injuries were life-threatening, which of course he's grateful for, but the fact remains that they are all significant enough to require a lengthy recovery time. Placing as much weight as he is on his hand is ill-advised, because he's still quite weak, but there's injuries present on said hand and forearm as well to further complicate things.
Nevertheless, in spite of what she, or those who might call themselves more practical than him, would say, experiencing pain is part of life, and sometimes it's worth it. ]
oh can you now... :3
That she's still with him is giving him comfort and the reassurance that he can rise above this, if only with time. Movement remains difficult, but he can at least manage to shake his head, if only barely. He believes he has a lot to apologize for, and that his condition is his own doing, his own fault. Even so, he'd do it again to save his people. The wounds he sustained and the difficulty he's having now are worth all of it.
Now he just has to find the strength to rally and stand, because he can't lead from his bed.
The feel of her fingers in his hair is enough to cause the barest ghost of a smile to crest his face, but it's very clearly strained. How can I guide them forward when I'm lying here like this?
And it's with that thought in mind that he places his hand against the bed, trying to provide himself with enough support to bring himself a little closer to her, ignoring how his wounds protest once again. He has to will himself to ignore the loud protests of discomfort coming from the hand he's using in a desperate effort to prop himself up. Not all of his injuries were life-threatening, which of course he's grateful for, but the fact remains that they are all significant enough to require a lengthy recovery time. Placing as much weight as he is on his hand is ill-advised, because he's still quite weak, but there's injuries present on said hand and forearm as well to further complicate things.
Nevertheless, in spite of what she, or those who might call themselves more practical than him, would say, experiencing pain is part of life, and sometimes it's worth it. ]