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The healer lifted her hand and gently pinched at the bridge of her nose with a slightly irritated sigh. Trust the males to be so clueless..
"Yes, warrior.." She started, forcing her tone to be patient, "I say them and both.. Your.. Well, I assume he is your lover, is expecting. Your child was only conceived maybe.. A few weeks ago at most..?" She hazarded a guess, her lips twitching in a gentle yet amused little smirk.
"I wouldn't dare think of trying to rid yourselves of it, if you were not planning on children.. The Goddess would be furious to find her gift shunned.. Besides of which, if the child is strong enough to survive what suffering your partner has gone through, it should turn out to be a particularly strong individual."

She gave Zakn a slightly closer look, trying to gauge his reaction to the news. "This is why I warn you.. Let him have his rest and keep him calm. I'm not sure much more unnecessary stress would be good for either of them." She paused a moment, thoughtful once more as she retrieved a larger vial from the pouch at her hip, "As an afterthought.. When the morning sickness starts, this should help if only a little." She held this vial out as well. "A little of it with water, as before.. Now.. My fee..?"

The healer continued to look somewhat amused as she quickly pocketed her fee while the warrior protested her accusations.
"All the same.. The both of you look like warriors. If you're as intent as you appear to be on raising the child, I hope that you two have somewhere other than the barracks to raise it. In my opinion, it would not be a safe environment.. Unless of course you intend to give it a baptism of fire, so to speak."

She slowly raised an eyebrow as she turned to Zakn as he made to enter the room.
"If there are any complications or concerns, do not hesitate to call for me. Unless there is anything else of concern.. I will be taking my leave."
And with that, she looked away once more and melted away into the darkness and back to other tasks.



Kalan had been thankful for the sedatives he had been administered. He had supposed that he had been dosed with painkillers as well, or else he was sure that he would have been in utter agony as he had been shifted around by the healer so she could get a better look at him as she started to work on taking measures to heal up his abused body.
He had slept, of a sorts, through having his leg and arm set, and had recalled, hazily, her setting the breaks and splinting his other damaged limbs for support. It was a very strange sensation, as if he had been looking down at himself being treated from a different point in the room.

The rest was glorious, and he felt a little warmer, which lulled him all the more.

Then had come the soft calls for him, however.. Insistent, but gentle, and he gave a soft moan as he stirred gently at the familiar voice.
"Z-Zakn.." He acknowledged groggily, haltingly extending his good arm.
There were bruises on it, he noted. It troubled him into a frown, they were not blindingly obvious, but they were still there, despite his dark skin, and he would not find out for a while how bad the bruising was around his eyes for a while yet.
He turned his head slowly, gingerly, towards the source of the voice, his eyes half open, and as the healer had mentioned, stained a damaged yellow in colour.
"Where.. Are we?"

He felt so groggy.. Like everything was in a slight time delay. It took him a moment to realise that his hand had been taken, and held in a much larger hand, and that Zakn had moved closer to where he'd been stretched out on the bed. He gently curled his fingers back around Zakns, the delayed reaction an unconscious one as he slightly blearily fixed his gaze up the drow settling at the bedside.

"You.. We are..?" He managed after a moment. It felt a little like his tongue was trying to stick to the roof of his mouth, making him mouth a little at the dry sensation.
"I'm sorry.. I'm really thirsty.." He mumbled a little, still keeping a gentle grip on his beloved.
"That's.. That's just how I feel I think.. Tired and thirsty.. I don't hurt too bad, I don't think.." He rambled a little, shifting around haltingly, wanting to roll onto his side to get closer to Zakn. There was nothing he wanted more than to be able to curl up with him in the bed and rest.

"I didn't know you had.. You had your own home.." He managed after a moment to think, and to continue his fidgeting. He'd tugged at Zakn's hand until he'd had most of his arm in a slightly ginger cuddle, his other, splinted arm was still horribly tender to touch.
"And I.. Don't want to intrude, love.." He mumbled a little again at that, the odd guilt completely out of place for him in his situation, another show of his slight delirium.

Kalan gave a little mumble of disagreement to the response he had received to the comment of intruding, wriggling his one good arm free of his lovers gentle grip to take the offered drink. He took a large gulp, with a little difficulty from his position curled on his side, spilling a portion of it onto the bed, though he couldn't bring himself to care about it for the moment. The water was a blessed relief to his dry throat, thought it caused him to wrinkle his nose just a little. It must have been something left for him by the healer. He could taste the potions it had been laced with..

Still with a mixed expression on his face, he couldn't help smiling just a little as Zakn ruffled up his mane of spikes all the more..
"Hmm, love.. If you.. If you keep doing that you're going to look like you're sporing.." Despite the bad taste, he took another somewhat messy gulp of the drink before holding it out, signifying that he had finished with it for now, once the cup had gone from his hand, immediately seeking out one of his lovers hands once more.

"Hrrmm.. I'm sure it's just fine, love.." He replied, a touch more lucid, "Though if you're as messy as I think you are.. I'm going to be driven more insane by seeing a mess that I cannot tidy, rather than being bed-ridden from injury.. I hope.. You can at least try to keep the surrounding area tidy..?" He begged a little, going still as Zakn leaned over him to give him a gentle hug. He closed his eyes with a blissful sigh. That was what he had really wanted!
Sure he ached and hurt, but Zakn was always so gentle with him, he should have known that he wouldn't have hurt h8im at all, damn it!
It had been far too long coming!

He reached up around the other male with his good arm, curling his arm around his shoulders and curling his fingers tightly into the back of his shirt and the longer black spikes of hair. He gave a little whimper, though it wasn't of hurt, just relief, as he buried his face against the blessedly dark and broad shoulder. It wasn't too long until his other arm, splinted as it was, joined his unscathed arm, the fingers not gripping quite as tightly.
He was so relieved that he could do this. That he was still alive to be here and be held by this wonderful male.

"Th-Thank you, Zakn'fryn.." He mumbled, his voice a little chocked with emotion, ""Thank you."

Kalan made a soft semi-whimper combined with a small noise of disagreement, "I.. I do need to though, love.. If you.. You hadn't thought to get me, if you'd been busy.. I'd.. Well.. I'd.." He gulped a little against Zakn's shoulder, gingerly rubbing his face there, snuggling against him.
His fingers curled all the more into Zakn's top and hair, forming something of a death-grip on the drow with his good hand, his other.. Well, it was a tight enough grip for sure.

Stay here, huh..? He listened for a while, taking deep breaths, the scent of his partner calming him as he forced himself to breath deeply, slowly.
"I'm.. Well, I'm sure that you're right, Zakn.. But this is not my room.. ANd that door? I.. I don't feel safe here." He complained quietly, thought it was all truth, "Even with you here to protect me.. I would rather be somewhere more familiar.. Or just somewhere sturdier.." He wasn't sure if that made too much sense to Zakn, but it did to him right now at least.

He sighed again after another deep breath, and made a soft little noise at Zakn's last words to him. It was funny, but even after the few months they'd been together, the thought of kissing him still made his heart flutter. It was an odd sensation, but he thought that it was still on the pleasant side of things.. And very very carefully he leaned his face back just a little.
"So long as you're sure you want to be closer to this battered form of mine..?" He tried to tease, he was altogether too anxious to pull the effect off entirely. He knew Zakn loved him, but there was a little nagging at the back of his mind that maybe he was too battered to be attractive.

Kalan was happy to be quiet for a long moment to enjoy the affection his lover bestowed upon him. He had longed for the contact and the gentle touches, the gentle kisses since his ordeal had begun, and he hummed his appreciation, holding on to Zakn with even more determination, if that was even possible.
Indeed, that was what he had been waiting for, as much as kissing Zakn made him feel all fluttery he also found it soothing. No matter what his problems, he had faith that his partner would just be able to kiss them away. He sighed gently into the kiss, relieved perhaps, making a gentle noise of discontentment when he was settled back and Zakn moved back..

He was soon fairly animated again as he took in the taller males words, his face distorting into a look of disgust at the mental image that shoved its way into his mind, "Zakn'fryn.. That is.. Actually that's really disgusting.." He gave the other drow a gentle smack on the back with his good hand, "And if a drake did happen to.. Mutilate my face.. You wouldn't be able to kiss me, which I have to say would drain a lot of pleasure out of our relationship.."

He did however seem a little more placated at the kiss pressed to his lips once again, afterwards pressing his face back to the comforting darkness of the other males shoulder, nodding slowly at his words.
"You are both to me.." He replied, though it was fairly muffled, "Both and then some, I think. I don't know what I'd do without you.. I think you hold me together at the edges.."
He stayed quiet a moment longer, mulling over the words he'd just spoken.. Damn he was being stupidly mushy.. It had to be the potions the healer had dosed him with..
At least part of him hoped that it was, the other part was fairly gleeful at being able to connect with another on this kind of level.

"A cart.." He stated sharply with an incredibly unimpressed tone.

The flat look continued as Zakn tried to reason with the bedridden raider. He just wasn't impressed and was certainly not going to be placed in the cart without a bit of a fight.. He faltered for a moment, biting back the beginnings of a harsh comment, the fierce look turning sheepish.
After all, Zakn was not getting any pleasure out of this, was he? He was only doing what he could to ensure that he was comfortable while travelling to his home, where Kalan himself would be living out of his lovers coffers. He was only trying to care for him and ansure that he would not hurt more than he had to.
And here he was being a prissy little madam..
He had his pride, but surely he had to draw the line somewhere..

He growled a little, his tone holding no real venom or malice, the tone taking on a fractionally lighter tone, "If my party sees me being wheeled away, I swear by the goddess I'll gut you at the first available oppertunity.. Love.." He added with a more sincere tone.
Of course he would never think of raising a finger against his lover, but he did have to keep up appearances after-all, as he called another playful cry of objection as Zakn disappeared around the door.

At least when he got back he would be able to have another few moments of peace with the other male, share a few more kisses and tender touches. He shuffled himself gingerly up the bed into a sitting position, groaning at the pains across his ribs. He wouldn't admit it openly, but Zakn was right, riding a lizard would be utter agony. He let out a soft sigh as he settled again, his good hand resting across his stomach as the pains across his chest subsided a little and he waited for his lover to return with the dreaded cart.
He'd have to stop by his own rooms on the way out to Zakn's home.. He wanted his things and his stash of gold and valuables. He didn;t want to put Zakn out too much, financially. No doubt the healer would return at some point as well..