They will need food, eventually. He has water (two plastic gallon jugs sit near the wall) and beer (five brown bottles sit beside the water) but no food. It is okay - because he doesn't feel like eating.
(The taste of blood and death is still in his mouth.)
"We will be okay, here."
There aren't any outright wards that she would recognize the feeling of, but it is safe, in a way that will keep them protected for the time being.
Skellig grunts quietly as they get settled on the blankets. He is going to be aching all over whenever they wake up. He is too tired to care.
He curls up beside her, shifting his wings to keep them out of the way - between the blankets, his coat, and the feathers, there is a muffled stillness to every ever-so-slight (because damn he hurts) movement he makes.
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Date: 2012-02-26 04:48 am (UTC)(The taste of blood and death is still in his mouth.)
"We will be okay, here."
There aren't any outright wards that she would recognize the feeling of, but it is safe, in a way that will keep them protected for the time being.
Skellig grunts quietly as they get settled on the blankets. He is going to be aching all over whenever they wake up. He is too tired to care.
He curls up beside her, shifting his wings to keep them out of the way - between the blankets, his coat, and the feathers, there is a muffled stillness to every ever-so-slight (because damn he hurts) movement he makes.