Investigation., -Tie

[_geist_]

"Come along, Dog. I'll sleep facing the outside, and the door." As always.
In fact, if he can help it, he won't sleep at all.
If Treon plans on standing watch, he's going to be stared at all night.

[Akedhi]

Obediently, Dog crosses the room and curls up on the bed, holding his injured arm close to his body.

It hurts.


Treon steps outside the door and shuts it behind him.

He'll be back in a few minutes.

[_geist_]

Sombra looks around vaguely for an escape route, but there isn't even a window.
With a sigh, he turns back to Dog.
"Let me see your arm." he says gently, then lays a hand against the side of Dog's neck. He's checking for fever, and he wants to make sure it isn't getting infected.

[Akedhi]

"'kay."

He'd let Sombra do whatever he wanted, by this point. He trusts the man implicitly. (Unless Sombra evidenced a desire of Shandar's sort, at which point, Dog would feel betrayed.)

He holds out his arm.

[_geist_]

He unwraps the wound carefully and examines it (without touching), his nose nearly to the cut.
Apparently satisfied, he rewraps it, and gives Dog his arm back.
"It looks all right so far. You must tell me if anything changes, or you begin to feel ill."

[Akedhi]

"'kay."

He tucks the arm close to himself again and tilts his head.

"What about your hand?"

[_geist_]

His lip curls bitterly. He unwraps his own bandage and examines it (sometimes visual signs come before physical ones.
"All right. he says, rewrapping it. "Perhaps crippled for life--for as long as I'm alive--but otherwise all right. It doesn't hurt much."
It hurts a hell of a lot, actually.

[Akedhi]

"I don't want you to die, Thombra. Can't we get away?"

He could help. He could keep Sombra from falling.

[_geist_]

"No." Well, he could try, but he's noted that Treon has absolutely no problems harming an innocent boy to keep Sombra from trying something foolish.
"I won't have you harmed again."

[Akedhi]

"But Mathter will... let'th get away, Thombra, pleathe."

Also, Treon is scary.

[_geist_]

"The Emperor won't hurt you." he shakes his head. "I kidnapped you. This is no fault of yours. And it's...possible that I won't be executed."
Possible. Not probable.

[Akedhi]

"But... you thaid before..."

Remember, he was asleep during Treon and Sombra's conversation. He doesn't know about Shandar's specifics in the letter.

[_geist_]

"I've recieved new information since then that suggests otherwise. Suggests only, mind you, but..." he shrugs. Hope is hope.

[Akedhi]

"Oh."

He crawls into Sombra's lap. He doesn't want to sleep back-to-back tonight - he's afraid and he wants to be held. And Sombra is the safest person he knows.

[_geist_]

Sombra blinks.
Then, because Treon is not there to comment on his singing ability, he sings Dog a lullaby, and smoothes his hair with his good hand this time.

If Treon doesn't come back within the next fifteen minutes, he'll find Sombra still sitting upright, bowed protectively in sleep over Dog, one hand shielding the little boy's face, the other his wounded arm.