your love is gonna drown.

Laying on his back was somewhat... relaxing? If one could call it that. It was a vulnerable position and one he didn't want to be in for too much longer, but at least he was able to keep his chin up via gravity as opposed to awkwardly straining his neck. Unfortunately, it only made him hyper aware of the situation he was in. His ears were making mountains out of mole hills; converting tiny sounds into inevitable doom should someone take advantage of his exposed soft spots. He didn't like it. But he didn't have to like it to know what was good for him.

He stayed put and tried not to focus on the pounding in his skull. His mouth was dry, which he didn't like, but he knew that would be remedied as soon as he could find his way to some kind of water. Which was likely why he'd tried scaling that rock face to begin with. Either way, he was pleased to hear the pounding of feet return and less pleased as she began to work on him. 

"Ahhh. That burns..." he hissed, pawing at her as his hind paw reflexively thumped on the ground like a rabbit. Eventually he settled, letting her apply the mixture to his chin and clean away the blood dribbles from his creamy fur. Only when she'd finished did she dare tell him what she'd been up to. Could have been trying to kill him for all he knew. Could have been.

Her mention of a stream sounded like a distant dream. "Water. Now. Yes." The words felt very primitive even on his ears, but all the same he attempted to roll over and stand. Whoops. Too fast. He let his head finish spinning before he tried it again, but more slowly. "Take me to your water." He droned, now on his feet. "And tell me more about exactly what you did. I want to learn. For next time."