There was an innate knowledge that he would be fed, that perhaps his new wakefulness was the precursor to being provided nutrients that would fuel his body to heal faster. He hummed softly and didn't put up much of a fight to sit down again, cuddled up against the other weapon's warm side and his cheek shifting over to rest on the broad muscled shoulder nearby.
It didn't seem to him that he was resting there long before the door opened and a meal had arrived, though he noted there was enough only for one. He still pushed himself to his feet and padded over where he was directed to in order to be checked over briefly and then ordered to eat in the relative isolation of the corner of the room. It wasn't more than a thick drinkable substance, but it was apparently formulated for him.
Once fed, there was another small cursory little exam that determined he was capable of being left alone. He dropped his eyes to the floor and said nothing against it, though he felt the impending loss more keenly than he would have thought. He would had preferred to have more time with the other weapon, to be warm and comfortable, but he had been trained early on to keep his mouth shut.
At the order, he looked over at the other weapon before shifting a step and hitting the blond with enough emphasis for it to be a blow but reigning in his strength. He made certain that it sounded hard even if it wasn't that bad where it impacted in the other weapon's side. It was also a very easy excuse to stay close to the blond.
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It didn't seem to him that he was resting there long before the door opened and a meal had arrived, though he noted there was enough only for one. He still pushed himself to his feet and padded over where he was directed to in order to be checked over briefly and then ordered to eat in the relative isolation of the corner of the room. It wasn't more than a thick drinkable substance, but it was apparently formulated for him.
Once fed, there was another small cursory little exam that determined he was capable of being left alone. He dropped his eyes to the floor and said nothing against it, though he felt the impending loss more keenly than he would have thought. He would had preferred to have more time with the other weapon, to be warm and comfortable, but he had been trained early on to keep his mouth shut.
At the order, he looked over at the other weapon before shifting a step and hitting the blond with enough emphasis for it to be a blow but reigning in his strength. He made certain that it sounded hard even if it wasn't that bad where it impacted in the other weapon's side. It was also a very easy excuse to stay close to the blond.