The Dragon Prince - Soren x reader (f)

- New Mission -

Metal clanks as big paws try to enter.

It seems sturdy enough.

"It smells like-"

"-old books," I finish Corvus's thought in a whisper. It smells great, don't get me wrong, but it's too dark to see anything else.

I pat my hands around - first above my head where I realise the top is a bit too close for comfort. Reaching out in front of me, I feel a small latch but dare not open it remembering what's on the other side. Then, my fingers trace along the ground. I bump into a number of scattered books before I find Amaya's hands. They were also searching.

There's no way to communicate with her in this darkness, so I do the first messy idea that comes to mind. Holding her hands in my own, I flatten out her palms and fingers in the dimness, pressing them against each other. Then I open them in hopes she understands it as the book motion. Following this, I simply move her parallel flat hands to form box.

Before I can sign this as a sort of question, Amaya grips my fingers strongly and shifts them up and down. Exactly.

"Uhm, (Y/n)?" Corvus sighs, "what are you two shuffling around about?"

Right. "This seems to be an old book drop box thingy," I explain quietly. There are fewer growls outside already - they're clearly starting to lose interest.

"So-" the syllable is cut off by a harsh intake of breath as Corvus tries to shift around.

Amaya doesn't react as she has essentially lost her senses.

"Corvus I'll help," I promise. "Just let me tell Amaya to rest first." As I murmur the words, I grab one of the General's hands more firmly again. Bringing it up to her face, palm directed at herself, I bring her open fingers down from her forehead to her chin. Sleep.

Her hands start to protest, fiddling my fingers into a C followed by an O.

I ignore her stress about Corvus, knowing our friend will be quite fine, and repeat the same motion with her right hand. Sleep.

Her clutch on my fingers doesn't loosen. I'm at a stand still with ideas before remembering the cut on her cheekbone. I move one of my hands and gently try to find her face. Once discovered, I trace my fingertips over the open wound, feeling it seal beneath my touch.

Her posture changes then: both realisation and relaxation kicking in.

She must be tired, and I'm glad when she finally lets go of me to find comfort for the night.

"That was quite a challenging experience," I admit to Corvus, shifting my position in the small space to best face him.

My friend chuckles at me mainly out of confusion. "Makes me grateful to have all senses in tact," he says, "and even more impressed at how well Amaya does without one."

I feel grateful, too, as I realise now just how much we rely on sight. "She hears things in her own way," I reply with an optimistic mind - I'm also thinking about how grateful I am I'm not in a creature's stomach right now. I hope Soren isn't mad at me. "So which leg is it," I conclude, my hand resting currently on his left upper thigh in the most non-sexual way possible.

"My right shin," Corvus clarifies and I hover my hands to find it. When he seethes painfully, I know I've reached the spot. "I think it's broken."

"It's shattered," I correct. The shards of bone beneath his skin are a giveaway. "But fear not," I chime in a hushed tone. "(Y/n) is here to save the day... Just give me a while," I'm sleep deprived, not thinking straight, and want Corvus to walk out of this without a new limp.