Moonspear when i found the angels were drinking wine

around him the duck flitted, pressing cool moss first to his temple and then his dry mouth. arcturus's mind reeled as the sensation of cold pressed to his gums.

then, she disappeared a while -- and it was all the mountaineer could do to not cry out, for her to come back. his ward. his candle-light held up against the darkness.

when she returned, she supplanted a bitter mixture to his mouth. the beta retched reflexively as the bolus went down. kukutux's voice murmured somewhere in the darkness, her visage briefly coming to view as she stooped over him. "thank you," was all he could manage -- a hoarse and wretched noise that was full of great gratitude.