[ He regrets the sudden movement, but he could not stop the immediate reaction to the idea of needing to eat. He resolved that he would not attack others in order to feed from them, but that hardly addressed how he was supposed to receive the nourishment he needed.
There seemed to be no other way to accomplish it other than to go after the rats that lingered in the woods. It was still distasteful, and he had to be careful so as to not deplete the entire population of rats, but it was enough to get him by.
Once he sustained the injury, however, he was no longer able to venture out to find the rats he needed, and the lack of food contributed to his weakness. One eye slits open to look at her, and then the other slowly opens as well. He finds his voice after a few more seconds, although it sounds rough to his ears. ]
Rats. Rats in the woods. [ He manages a small shake of his head; he won't ask her to go hunt rats for him. Maybe later when he's stronger, he'll go in search of one or two.
Then he quiets as she sets to work on changing the bandages and cleaning the wound. The smell reaches his nose too, and he'd recoil from it if moving wasn't an issue. But then he feels her arms around him, and he glances at her, wondering what she intends to do now.
He receives his answer once she attempts to help him sit up, and while he doesn't resist, he can't quite hide the look of discomfort as he tries to position himself into a sitting position with her help.
Once he comes to a stop, he takes a few moments to try and compose himself and wait for the ache from the wound to subside as well. While he's doing that, he sees Phya moving something towards him, and once he realizes what the cup she's holding contains, his attention focuses on it almost immediately.
Blood.
It's distasteful to him, what he has to do to survive. He would rather not drink from rats, but to drink from a human or other individual who has hopes and dreams and aspirations is unthinkable.
But the difference here is one that even he can't ignore; this isn't just a random sampling of blood. This blood belongs to Phya, someone he has known for a very long time now. He can feel it even if her appearance has changed. It isn't only the appearance that matters, after all. ]
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There seemed to be no other way to accomplish it other than to go after the rats that lingered in the woods. It was still distasteful, and he had to be careful so as to not deplete the entire population of rats, but it was enough to get him by.
Once he sustained the injury, however, he was no longer able to venture out to find the rats he needed, and the lack of food contributed to his weakness. One eye slits open to look at her, and then the other slowly opens as well. He finds his voice after a few more seconds, although it sounds rough to his ears. ]
Rats. Rats in the woods. [ He manages a small shake of his head; he won't ask her to go hunt rats for him. Maybe later when he's stronger, he'll go in search of one or two.
Then he quiets as she sets to work on changing the bandages and cleaning the wound. The smell reaches his nose too, and he'd recoil from it if moving wasn't an issue. But then he feels her arms around him, and he glances at her, wondering what she intends to do now.
He receives his answer once she attempts to help him sit up, and while he doesn't resist, he can't quite hide the look of discomfort as he tries to position himself into a sitting position with her help.
Once he comes to a stop, he takes a few moments to try and compose himself and wait for the ache from the wound to subside as well. While he's doing that, he sees Phya moving something towards him, and once he realizes what the cup she's holding contains, his attention focuses on it almost immediately.
Blood.
It's distasteful to him, what he has to do to survive. He would rather not drink from rats, but to drink from a human or other individual who has hopes and dreams and aspirations is unthinkable.
But the difference here is one that even he can't ignore; this isn't just a random sampling of blood. This blood belongs to Phya, someone he has known for a very long time now. He can feel it even if her appearance has changed. It isn't only the appearance that matters, after all. ]
You gathered this for me?