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Magnus closed his eyes for a moment, "No, it wouldn't have saved me, but it might have given me enough time to get back to a doctor or something. In all honesty, I wasn't expecting so much trouble from that witch eater." Now that Magnus could feel some strength returning to him, he was really quite furious at himself. He was better than this... ending up near dead in some forest. It's not that he never got injured, but it had been a long while since it had been this bad.

Those irritated emotions seemed to make Magnus warmer... the heat based magic within him warming his skin to an almost fever like feel. He opened his eyes again, squinting at Bane, "I'll be able to walk. If I can't do that much after your help then I don't deserve the food."

His expression stilled then when he heard what Bane often did with others that might be in need. His head tilted to the side, focusing on the druid with his good eye. He recalled that Bane had warned him not to betray his trust. He hoped that went both ways.

Relaxing again he let out a slow breath. The druid had to be really helping him, he'd already wasted a decent amount of time... and besides, Magnus was feeling better, not weaker or worse. For just a moment the reaper's confident mask dropped and there was a brief flash of the calm, kind man beneath, "Thank you, then. For not letting me rot, or tricking me."

The mask went right back up as he flashed that cocky grin of his, gaze lowering to the stitches, "Heh, this scar will match the others. What kind of food do you have?" The change of topic seemed abrupt but again, Magnus wanted to keep distracting himself until the first aid was complete.

Magnus scowled faintly, "I'm a damn good reaper, but I guess I was just off my game. Sometimes it's good to get thrashed now and again... keeps you on your toes. No matter how good you might think you are, you can always make mistakes. I'll learn from this, that's what matters." His scowl turned to a slightly embarrassed grin then, "Er, yes. No fever, just some magic stirring about."

Magnus was ready to jump out of his skin by the time the stitching was done. Thankfully Bane was talkative, that had helped, but it had still hurt like a b***h. Sitting up a bit straighter then he tilted his head, "Sounds like you're running low... odd considering your environment but..."

He trailed off and paused, looking Bane over. He hadn't seemed to be in any sort of rough shape, but that didn't mean something wasn't still wrong, "Tell you what... you don't have to tell me why you haven't been able to hunt if you don't feel like it but... you helped me, mind if I return the favor?"

He smiled faintly, "We could have a lighter supper and tomorrow I'll be feeling much better, I could do some quick huntin' and help get some protein back in your diet. If, that is, you don't mind me stickin' around until tomorrow." He flashed a grin, not entirely sure if the druid would accept the offer or not, but it was worth a shot!

Magnus liked to pay back others for their help, not only did he feel obligated, but the druid was certainly curious. Oddly enough he felt a sort of kinship towards him. True he had no reason to, but something about Bane just seemed familiar.

Magnus' gaze followed Bane's movements, wondering if there was, in fact, anything wrong with him. He had a keen eye to spot weakness, and the way the man held his left wrist, subconsciously tending to it... Magnus had a feeling that was the issue. He didn't say anything though, there was no reason to. After all, Bane had just agreed to his suggestion which prompted a grin from the reaper.

It would be nice not to need to worry about finding a safe spot or getting back to the city... or needing to outrun wolves. Once he was "bandaged", Magnus reached over to grab his torn leather top and jacket. His movements were stiff, but better than they had been. He winced when he pulled his clothes back on, the movement stretching the stitches a bit... not enough to break them of course, but a reminder not to be too quick with his movements.

He looked over at Bane then, hesitated, then nodded... and his face tightened with concentration as he slowly got to his feet. For a moment he looked off balance, his eyes shut as he wobbled briefly, regaining his balance. He had to admit to himself, he felt a bit nauseous.

Rubbing the back of his neck and rolling his shoulders back to ease the tension from his muscles, he moved to stand beside the druid, "I can walk, just don't make me climb anything." Smiling faintly he decided a little help was in order.

Flicking his wrist, his scythe appeared... and as menacing as the weapon looked, it also made an excellent walking stick. Magnus was able to keep his balance and move a bit faster with its' help as he followed Bane. He grew quiet then, obviously concentrating on where they were going. He'd want to find his way back if he needed to, though it would be more difficult now that it was growing dark.

Magnus followed, sometimes ending up a step or two behind before forcing himself to catch up again. His eyes narrowed a bit when the wolves appeared, his shoulders hunching up and his body tense expecting an attack, but an animal-like snarl from Bane made the creatures back off just enough. They were still close, their eyes glinting from the forest, but whatever Bane had "said" seemed to have done the trick.

Tilting his head to the side, he still kept a wary eye on the creatures until they neared the hidey hole. That was when the animals finally backed off, likely scared away by the plants Bane warned him of. For a moment he paused and eyed the flowers curiously... he wondered what they were, they certainly weren't familiar. Sure, he wasn't an expert, but he had a fairly decent knowledge of most plants.

Magnus let his scythe vanish again then, watching Bane vanish into the hole, "Huh, here goes nothin'. Let's hope I didn't just make my way to a bad den," he grumbled to himself before crouching and heading in. He turned around, blinking as he heard a grinding sound as whatever Bane had pushed open rolled back into place once they were inside. His eyes were adjusting to the darkness, and had to adjust all over again at the light provided by the moss.

His good eye took it all in, but the fake glass eye glinted unnaturally in the light, giving itself away. He immediately made his way over to one of the furs, sitting down with a heavy sigh and flopping down on his back. Furs on a cave floor had never felt so good!

He sat up a bit at Bane's warning, and briefly he smiled, "Don't worry, I can keep a secret. No one will know about this place. You have my word."

Shrugging off his coat he set it down at his side and then cast a sidelong glance at the clay jars. Were those what he thought they might be? His stomach gave a sudden loud rumble and Magnus placed a hand over it, scowling faintly.

Magnus smirked faintly, lifting a hand to tap a nail against the fake eye. It made a hard clicking noise as a result, essentially confirming the fake eye. He pushed his hair on that side of his face aside then, showing the long claw like scars that went across that part of his face, as well as over his eye, "Got in a scrap when I was younger and still learning. The eye was ruined after, unfortunately. It's a bit of a handicap, but I've learned to make do."

He tilted his head curiously then, "Folks are after you, eh? Hm..." He seemed thoughtful for a moment. He wanted to ask why, but decided he was better off not knowing unless the druid wanted to talk about it. Magnus was really a good sort around those with secrets. Considering he had his own serious ones, he was rarely the sort to pry. Instead he just nodded, "If anyone hears about you or this place, it won't be from me. You've got no reason to trust me to keep my word, but I assure you, I do."

It took him effort to stand up again, placing one hand on the stitched area on his chest and wincing as he got to his feet. He moved closer to Bane, and the food, and sat down across from him. He gathered up the meat, gnawing away on it while he peeked in the jars with the fruits and vegetables. He was familiar with dried fruit, but he was picky, and it was obvious as he took out the fruit, piece by piece, nabbing the ones he remembered as his favorites.

The vegetables he was even worse with, mostly just some carrot and he tried a few root-like vegetables, but it was clear he favored the fruit and the meat that he was savoring. Despite being a picky eater, he didn't complain or make any negative comments. The only look he gave was disappointment when he finished the meat. It had only been a few pieces, but it was clearly gone.

He sighed softly, nibbling on the fruit before he let his gaze shift back to Bane, curiously, as he took his top off. He blinked a few times, tilted his head, and then gave a low whistle, "Dunno why you're worried about anyone finding you, doesn't look like you're killable, judging by all those."

It was obviously intended as a compliment, considering Magnus' grin. Scars meant you lived through the fight, it also meant that either you knew how to take care of yourself, or you had some good friends to help you. Magnus figured in Bane's case, he knew how to take care of himself.

Finishing up the portions of dried fruits and veggies he'd grabbed, he leaned over to take more fruit and then leaned back. Propped up on his elbows, he watched Bane curiously, "Are you the only druid in this area? The one that raised me... he wandered a lot too. We never came across many others, maybe one now and again, but they seemed to sense each other and made a point of steering clear if they could help it."

Magnus listened as he ate, now and then sitting back up to pick more pieces of fruit before eventually he got tired of them. He still had a few small berries that he popped into his mouth now and again, examining Bane thoughtfully after the things he said. A loner, outcast, but tough from having made it on his own... Magnus felt himself smile a bit. He knew the feeling, to a certain extent, though his isolation was greatly self imposed. He couldn't ever have anyone get too close and learn his secrets.

His gaze then wandered to the druid's wrist. He nodded slowly, "It makes a bit more sense then, why you don't have much food available. Well, come tomorrow there will be more meat for you, hopefully enough to get you through until you're healed. It's the least I can do."

Stretching a bit he pulled off his boots, setting them off to the side with his coat and his shredded shirt. While taking off his shirt, however, he blinked and glanced back over at Bane when it came to the sharing a bed comment. For a moment his expression was blank, and then a smirk quirked his lips. He didn't say anything though, instead he stood up and looked around, spotting an open container.

Moving over he peeked at it, spying water inside. He looked back at Bane and piped up, "Is this safe water, or something experimental and poisonous?"

If safe, he proceeded to scoop some in his hands, scrubbing his face with it and slicking his hair back. It always felt good to get his hair out of the way. After all, he only hid the maimed side of his face to avoid stares in public. He didn't want to attract much attention.

Still moving a bit stiffly, he walked back to the furs and sat down next to Bane again. He paused, then smiled, "I'm glad you were bored or lonely, or maybe even both. Dying really doesn't fit into my plans all that well."