(Warm-up/ Practive Story) Deviation

Ch. 7

Syrri stood inside of her tent, pacing back and forth impatiently, waiting for word that Thel and Kierran had returned safely.

It was nearing dusk again, which gave her more the reason to worry for her knowingly injured brother, and the safety of her newly war-bounded ally.

Syrri had sighed aloud to herself, looking to the side as she sulked into her shoulders.

"Syrri..." 

The male's voice had taken her by surprise, seeing that it was Sekan that'd entered her tent.

"Yes? What is it? Are they back?!" She inquired him quickly, and eagerly.

"Yes. They are, Ardmiraless." he replied to her, and had moved out of her way as she darted out of the tent, yet she had doubled back, and had placed a hand on his shoulder in appreciation, but rushed towards the medic tent.

Immediately, she had locked her eyes on Kieraan, seeing the purple stained lined around his body as she stepped towards him, gaining his attention as he looked at her with one eye, his right eye covered from the lacerations above it.

His chest and arm was wrapped, as well as his left leg, and a section of his torso as he laid on the cot with no room to move.

"How do you feel?" Syrri's face contorted to pity as she looked down at her brother as his breathed in.

"Alive... I think." He said in a raspy tone from his distinguished voice like their fathers.

"Your voice sounds awful." She said as she bent over, and nuzzled him softly.

"My entire body feels as awful as I sound... Agh..." He tried to shift in his seat, yet couldn't avoid some sort of pain.

"Easy... Don't try to move too much."

He had given her a nod as she stood above him.

"I'll come back later... I'm going to see Thel." She said, and had left him to rest.

As she had approached closer to Thel's tent, practically standing in the entranceway, she watched him slowly remove his gold helmet, and armor to his arm as it glistened from the blood of his injury.

He had growled quietly to himself as he had looked at it through his skinsuit, and swore under his breath.

"Damn..."

Syrri had stepped closer to the Sangheili, and given him the same look as her brother.

"How bad are you hurt?"

Her soft tone had caught him by surprise as he abruptly snatched his head around to look at her, then taking a breath to collect himself.

"It's not as bad as it looks... I'm fine." He brushed off the injury, trying not to cause a scene from it.

"Let me take a look at it." She said as she had taken a seat beside him, and slowly reached for his shoulder.

He's made a small grumble, and had moved away from her, yet had look slightly ashamed as she looked taken aback from his response.

"Thel... I'd never hurt you on purpose... Let me help you." She sounded as though she was pleading to him, yet he'd given in to her, yet was slightly alarmed as she proceeded to remove the other section of his armor, as well as his chestplate, having to force himself to assist her.

She then had partially unzipped his suit, and had slipped it half way down his body, stopping at his waist, and had revealed his heavily muscled torso, test, and arms, showing a few minor scars from over the years, yet one extensive scar at his side.