Stavanger Bay More Dread (I.C. Joining)

The knight flexed his muscles, wondering if anything was broken. To his luck, none of his limbs were, but he felt as if his ribs were fractured. The healer would have to spend most of her time on that part of his body, if she was only allowed to use the bare minimum of herbs. The rest of his wounds were simply gouges; they would heal and scab over as long as he kept them clean.

Mordred dragged himself upwards, limbs trembling at the effort. The wounds were infected, salt rimming the edges, but he ignored the pain for the moment, the only thing inhibiting his movement was the numbness created by the cold sea. When he was successful in raising himself from the sand, he bent his head towards the male, thanking him respectfully. "Thank you, sir."