- [+] Kursha Vidari
Taking the needle and thread from the yellowblood, Kursha set about to stitching up his wound. His teeth sank into his lower lip as he worked, hardly daring to breath. Once, between stitches, his gaze darted towards Stryke, seated across from him. The yellowblood had his eyes closed as he leaned back in his chair. Kursha finished suturing the wound without incident. He tied off the thread, cut it, and tossed the needle into the bowl of hot water.
“... Thanks.” The word tasted uncomfortable in his mouth. With a sigh, Kursha leaned back. Some of his tension began to evaporate. After a pause, he grabbed the tea off the side table and swallowed down another mouthful.
leon_a_darkangel
happy new year?