Dawnlark Plains Got no time to waste, I'm already late

He watched as Alarian reached down to gather something in his mouth to begin chewing. Had he not been so relieved that the cleaning was done and that the other man had finally stopped touching his injuries, he may have been curious. But then he moved back towards his neck, demanding that the beast stay still. A disgruntled glare was his only response before he let his head fall once more, finally yielding out of sheer exhaustion. He wanted to argue, but he just didn't have anymore energy left to protest. Besides, Midar wasn't completely blind to the fact that he was trying to help him, he just thought it unnecessary. He had been hurt before. No one had been there to clean or tend to his head wound the day he had woken alone at the bottom of a mountain without his memories, so why was this any different?