MORGEN
Come down from your fences
"Sorry t'hear it." Morgen says with a grin. "Pride takes an awful long to heal." Pausing, he offers the caretaker a wry crinkle of his nose. "So I've heard, anyway." He adds as if his own pride was still without blemish or injury.
Holding his fingers steady but unmoving just as he might with a skittish colt, Morgen shakes his head. "Got some down at my camp if y'can't." He offers gently of the bandages, before glancing over his shoulder. 'She don't heal.' Morgen mumbles apologetically, though the unicorn, seeing no reason to apologize at all, merely pins her ears. "Yep. Got about 30 head right now, and more'n a few of 'em can heal if you'd like."
Flaring her nostrils, the buckskin unicorn stamps one of her hooves in a gesture that didn't seem to require an attuned bond to understand: I'm not carrying you both back. Running his tongue across his teeth, the wrangler sighs. "I can do a bit of healin' myself. Ain't strong, but might take the edge off." The offer is softly made; Morgen's dusty denim-blue eyes are lowered that Lena might make up her mind without the weight of his gaze rushing her along.
Holding his fingers steady but unmoving just as he might with a skittish colt, Morgen shakes his head. "Got some down at my camp if y'can't." He offers gently of the bandages, before glancing over his shoulder. 'She don't heal.' Morgen mumbles apologetically, though the unicorn, seeing no reason to apologize at all, merely pins her ears. "Yep. Got about 30 head right now, and more'n a few of 'em can heal if you'd like."
Flaring her nostrils, the buckskin unicorn stamps one of her hooves in a gesture that didn't seem to require an attuned bond to understand: I'm not carrying you both back. Running his tongue across his teeth, the wrangler sighs. "I can do a bit of healin' myself. Ain't strong, but might take the edge off." The offer is softly made; Morgen's dusty denim-blue eyes are lowered that Lena might make up her mind without the weight of his gaze rushing her along.
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