moment to lie. [village of ancients, ingus] Nov 14, 2012 0:12:06 GMT -5
Post by HAUTECLERE on Nov 14, 2012 0:12:06 GMT -5
He had feared that he'd hurt Refia's feelings with the way he had reacted to her physical contact. Ingus sat with hands folded in his lap as she remained silent for a bit, before moving again. He glanced at her with a perplexed expression as she suddenly tossed him a crimson, button-up shirt. Briefly, he wondered if all of his clothing was destined to be of this color. He pushed the covers off himself and slid his arms through the shirt's sleeves. It appeared that Refia had bounced back from Ingus' confessions, or she was doing a very good job at pretending that she was not worried. Ingus liked to think that he knew her better than that though.
He was relieved that he carried all his gil on his person. Monsters that he encountered dropped money prizes frequent enough that in order to move on quickly before scavengers swooped in, he ended up stuffing it into his satchel. The bag was strewn on the floor, propped up against his sword. Ingus' fingers fumbled with the white buttons on the shirt, feeling a little frustrated by how uncoordinated he'd become over the days of his recovery. It took him a little longer than it should have to do the buttons on his sleeves.
Ingus slid his legs over the side of his bed, relieved that whoever had stripped him of his clothing (which he was thankful for because it made breathing so much easier), had left him with his pants. He slid his boots on, and slowly rose to his feet for the first time in three days. He shook a bit, like a baby fawn testing out its new legs, but after steadying himself with the wall, he found that he was able to take a few steps forward. He lifted his satchel and his sword into his hands, and strapped the weapon to his waist. Ingus refused to go anywhere without it nowadays, and continued to deny that he was paranoid.
He had to show her (and perhaps himself) that he was at least sane enough to complete these simple actions, despite the fact that it took him a little longer to stand straight this time around.