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There was a moment of silence after Lecter spoke of Dawa's wounds. Tenzin's brows furrowed and he frowned heavily. If she were to never walk again, she would surely feel more useless than she already did. It pained him to know she was likely not long for this world. And if she died, what would the Dragon do? Perhaps the monk should seek to sneak away with Lecter, but even if he wanted to, he was sure the Dragon would find him eventually and strike him down. There was a sudden flash of teeth from the shaman and Tenzin looked up with a curious expression.
"Ah," he mused with a smirk. "It is not my choice. I simply exist to be a mindful monk, my place among ranks does not matter," he tried to reassure Lecter, gaze drifting off to the treeline. "It is true I do not enjoy the Dragon. It is not my right to dislike or judge, and certainly my gods frown upon it," he chuckled, "but it is hard to enjoy the fire that burns you." Tenzin shifted and pulled himself out of the water, exhaustion settling in. He didn't want to suddenly fall asleep and drown himself in the spring. Laying himself beside the cool rocks that lined the pool, he turned his head to view Lecter once again.
"If the gods permit such a feat, perhaps you could rescue me someday," the monk said lightly, though not entirely in jest. His eyes saddened and he looked away again. He was under the full effect of the herb Lecter had given him and was feeling quite at ease despite the severity of his wounds. If Dawa passed away, there would be nothing left for him in the Vale but endless torture and servitude. Perhaps it was to be his punishment for releasing the Dragon unto the world after all he and his fellow monk brothers had done to bind it to its cave of eternal imprisonment. A sigh escaped the monk and he closed his eyes.
"Forgive me, my friend," he breathed, body melting into the ground. "I fear I may... fall asleep," he voiced drifted off and the combined effect of both his head injury and his relaxed state pulled him dangerously close to passing out. "May we meet again," he managed to say in a breathy voice as his body fell limp. There were no dreams for him now as his mind escaped him into an empty black abyss. It did not matter where he slept within the Vale, for he had no enemies within the sanctuary aside from the Dragon - and the creature would surely never kill him in his sleep. The Dragon would make the monk suffer, and that could not be done in such a simple or spontaneous manner.
exit!