Duskfire Glacier handful

faust shifted with a pained groan, the sharp movement pulling a hiss from between his teeth. fuck, he muttered under his breath, the word barely audible but laced with frustration and agony.

his green eyes flickered open, catching asha moving away, her focus clearly elsewhere. for a moment, he lay still, fighting against the searing pain that pulsed through him, before his voice broke the quiet.

asha, he rasped, his tone rough but deliberate. find moss. green furs under the lichen of stones. he paused, swallowing hard against the discomfort. it’ll help… stop infection.

he let his head fall back, his breath ragged, trusting her to know what he meant and do what needed to be done.