Dragoncrest Cliffs been countin' every minute

when the pain throbs and does not appear to get any better, he dunks his head in the saltwater again, letting out a low hiss as it stings.

he's always been a combative patient; impatient and expecting to be able to bounce back even if it wasn't realistically feasible. like now.

he can't see his own ear but that hurt worse than the teeth tears on his cheek.

he stretches down to the sand, figuring he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

the sound of shifting sand and a figure that nearly blends into it catches his eye. midas gold gaze watches as she shrinks back. with nose full of blood and salt her scent's muted and the pain takes up much of his focus. does it really look that bad? rhaegal asks, trying to make a lighthearted joke of it. i dinnae think he messed up my face that bad.