Personal Duties

10

"I would ask for solitude and rest, my misery does /not/ love company. But I'm sure you've been tasked with watching me anyways." Rolling onto his back, Leonan rubbed his closed eyelids with the backs of his wrists, before opening his eyes to watch the other.
Despite all their circumstances, Leonan expressed no outright resentment, almost seeming indifferent to the events which had just earlier unfolded.
"You're a cleric, aren't you?" He murmured, giving an absent-minded, tired gaze up towards the other, before he started stretching out his arms above his head. "Since I wasn't planning on being alive at this hour, I made the mistake of going off of my medicating. - If you could, take one of the syringes beside my crutch, and inject me with it."

The green and foggy substance inside stored in its containers was labeled by a cloth tied around it, though the inscription read only 'Twice Daily'.
Once he had tasked Aaron, Leonan allowed his head to sink into the pillow, as he watched beneath his red eye the subtle readings of Aaron's demeanor. Whatever bond he shared with Mateo was seemingly quite strong, and perhaps so were the bonds between the other men of Mateo's inner-circle. Surrounding oneself with friends had been the practice of Leonan's own father, no matter how incompetent they might have been, and there was no immediate telling that this was any different.
"It helps me feel my legs," Leonan added, "-I might end up needing those."

Aaron nodded ever so slightly, turning to the medication, he pulled some rubbing alcohol out of his pouch and a cloth, setting each item by his side. Turning over the others arm, he pressed lightly, though none of his veins had much bounce to them he could feel one particular strong one, pouring some alcohol on the cloth he pressed it to Leonan's arm, rubbing it over the area for a minute before removing it and lifting the syringe he pressed the needle into the vein and squeezed the contents into his arm.

Removing it he pressed new cloth against the small wound, reaching for his other hand to lift and press it against the cloth, "Keep pressure," he said before standing to throw away the used syringe or atleast set it somewhere for it to be cleaned. He had frowned at the foggy, greenish liquid but had obeyed none the less.

Returning to his seat, he remained quiet, only watching the younger male to make sure he didn't try to cause another drastid wound. Aaron was already tired from having to fix up to first one. Leaning forward he pulled Leonan's blankets down slightly without asking to make sure the bandages hadn't leaked through and needed changing, seeming satisfied he tossed the blankets slightly down before returning to his original nature.

All this time Mateo wandered the vast corridors turning into one guest room after another, there was a twinge of frustration in his core but he let it simmer, taking the chance to slowly become familiar with the castle they would be residing in. It was nearly night and Mateo, though he would want to speak of it sooner rather than later, decided to let Leonan relax and ask about his people tomorrow morning. Thus, he continued down the dark halls, hoping to find the kitchen before it was too dark.