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The infirmary had seemed to be near bustling with activity, as more and more dragons and folk were being injured or sick. Kinitarth had felt bad for his fellow dragons, had mourned losses and especially had spent a long night after their own wing had seen Thanoth be grounded--potentially permanently. He himself had been having a more stellar time of things. No blunders in front of Siloth. In fact, he’d felt on top of his game since he’d begun to notice someone had been noticing.. Him. Neirinth was not something Kinitarth had ever expected of himself. To be the only focus of such lovely facets. Such sweet words that had made him near giddy. It felt almost similar to how Sam’kel felt when spending time with K’lar--light, airy. On top of the world and never coming down. He had anticipated their.. date, of sorts (was it a date? Dare he call it a date..?) , with bated breath for when rest days lined up very soon.

Kinitarth hadn’t expected to snap from Between into a massive clump of threadfall, either.

The ugly bandages across his chest protected the massively infected wound, attempted to keep the area clean while it tried to heal. His hide was a powdery, dusty blue from ill health, not the near-glowing teal he’d been while chattering excitedly to His any chance he could about the cute, sparkly brown to noticed him among the crowd. But here he was, his lithe form a bit sprawled out in his allotted space in the infirmary. Through their bond, Kinitarth could feel Sam’kel deep asleep with the help of whatever drugs they’d given him for his pain. Missing several fingers and the salvageability of his foot still questionable, his rider deserved all the rest while he could. A healer bustled in, and all Kini could do was vaguely blink as they checked over his transfusion equipment. The donated ichor from Mnereth helped, but he was still listless.

He’d tried to not reach out to Neirinth for the.. Day? Two days? He’d been tucked into the infirmary so far. Time was awash when he spent more of it sleeping than awake. But he was near ashamed to reach out, for what was a missed date with a tiny blue to a handsome brown? Perhaps his sweet sparkle had found another to recite such dear poetry. Unfair to assume such of Neirinth, yet the intrusive thought nests in his mind as the heavy irony of it settles in. Alone with his thoughts, he craved companionship…