Duskfire Glacier the soldier's minute

for a moment, wintersbane almost protests. there is work to be done... but catches himself at last moment, letting whatever protests that was brewing upon the tip of his tongue go. she was right. he was no use to anyone if his leg got infected and if he did not rest. he hadn't allowed him much time to rest over the course of the last few days; more than afraid to close his eyes. he was not a machine. 

so he concedes and picks a place to rest beneath the trees; shaded and ample enough cover where he would allow her to tend to his injury and when she was finished close his eyes to finally sleep. it would not be peaceful ...but when he would eventually wake he would be rested enough.