Shadow Mountain Just a conspiracy of cartographers, then?

Feel free to skip him! I will keep a close eye on this thread and jump in whenever I think it's necessary! You can PP him just laying there, maybe eyeballing them from time to time to make things interesting LOL

With an intense eye, he bore into the two of them, a molten gaze, unrelenting and fierce. His sides throbbed, everything hurt to the point where everything was almost numb - only every now and then he would be reminded of his own existence with a pulsating pain that would come and go as if he could not register such a thing for too long. With quivering lips he reluctantly laid back down, heavily his head hit the ground with a thump as he offered a weighty sigh in an attempt to calm himself down. 

They were here to help - he had to remind himself. The pain was not caused by them and he should be thankful for their gracious offer to aid the wounded knight. Shifting his gaze from behind him, he moved his head in order to stare off into the distance while the other two spoke and planned among themselves on how to help alleviate the man's pain. 

He wouldn't die here. Not like this. He was certain of it. Whether it was by their fantastic healing abilities or his own sheer will for survival for a more beautiful death than this, he would survive long after this ordeal. In an attempt to help calm his frustration, distract him from his pain, his mind wandered onto something that was much more relaxing... how was that woman in white now? Did she find her pack? He had to find his way back to Rusalka soon before she came to find him not there. 

He held onto that to keep himself from snapping at the healers again, only every now and then offering a sideways glance, a huff from time to time, and every so often a low growl to express his pain and displeasure of the situation... but he would try to keep his composure now.