Zev sighed and finished the process of pulling that wing through, widened the cuts in the man's shirt, and then sat back on his heels to consider the situation.
Normally they get to the fun part before his partner passes out, after all. Were he not so proud he'd be offended. It couldn't be comfortable lying there- and he did not seem as though he would wake soon. There were beds in the welcome center.
So, carry him to the welcome center. As long and lean as he was it couldn't be that difficult-
Except he was heavier than he looked. Quite a bit heavier. Zev swore after the first attempt to lift, ducked out of the changing room and managed to rig a stretcher of sorts to roll the man upon and drag him out of the store. Convincing everyone they passed that it was perfectly normal, his friend was just a bit ill, and no he didn't KILL him was a bit more difficult.
but he managed. Somehow. Maker's Breath.
The walk to the welcome center and one of their beds feels like it takes forever- the man is not light at all despite his delicate bone structure and Zevran is growing more and more weary by the moment. Finally they arrive and he rolls the man onto the first free bed. Then sits on the one next to it to mutter and shake out his wrists.]
Punning into infinity.
[Oh.
Brasca.
Zev sighed and finished the process of pulling that wing through, widened the cuts in the man's shirt, and then sat back on his heels to consider the situation.
Normally they get to the fun part before his partner passes out, after all. Were he not so proud he'd be offended. It couldn't be comfortable lying there- and he did not seem as though he would wake soon. There were beds in the welcome center.
So, carry him to the welcome center. As long and lean as he was it couldn't be that difficult-
Except he was heavier than he looked. Quite a bit heavier. Zev swore after the first attempt to lift, ducked out of the changing room and managed to rig a stretcher of sorts to roll the man upon and drag him out of the store. Convincing everyone they passed that it was perfectly normal, his friend was just a bit ill, and no he didn't KILL him was a bit more difficult.
but he managed. Somehow. Maker's Breath.
The walk to the welcome center and one of their beds feels like it takes forever- the man is not light at all despite his delicate bone structure and Zevran is growing more and more weary by the moment. Finally they arrive and he rolls the man onto the first free bed. Then sits on the one next to it to mutter and shake out his wrists.]
You are heavier than several dwarves.