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Who: Shiro and you.
Where: Shelter, medical area
When: Hours after rescuing the King.
Rating Pg
What: Shiro comes back battered and wounded from the rescue mission. Keith swears a lot.



He runs his hands over the bandages around his ribs with a wince. He’d gotten so used to being able to shake off bullets and arrows. He has been mostly indestructible. He should have known better. Shiro slips from the small area laid out to treat his injuries as gingerly as he can manage. Cracked ribs are no joke.

He hisses through his teeth as the pain radiates out from his chest and side. He regrets a lot of things. He had charged at a pack of guards confident he would perfectly fine. “Crack goes the Lion.” He mutters as he pulls his duffel bag closer with a foot and fights not to breathe in.

Every breath hurts. They have a surplus of healers this time. The distraction team will all get back on their feet in less time than they would have otherwise. But until then he can just deal with it.

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He laughs and winces, holding up a hand to forestall any more words. "But, because you did I can rest easier." He's confident some of them will put together a similar plan. He won't stress over things or worry he hadn't done enough to make up for his slack. "Thank you for hearing me out and voicing your own opinions. I appreciate your input, Waver."


His hand falls to his thigh and he adds a tad sheepish. "I'll get that rest. I'll still try to get back on my feet as soon as I can but, resting a while can't hurt. We don't need a flying lion to terrorize the guards right now."

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"Nah, let the whole there's a flying lion thing sink in first so they can try and process what the heck they saw."

Waver's...gonna gloss over the gratitude for input. He didn't really say that much anyway, nothing of note. He gets up and heads for the door. "Have a good..." What the heck time of night is it anyway? "...sleep. And a long one."

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"I'll get at least six hours." He promises with a hand lifted in farewell. He's not sure if he can actually keep that promise. He's been knocked around and he definitely doesn't have painkillers strong enough to put his lights out.

Shiro sighs, and lays down. Waver had let him scratch out his thoughts in the open air. It really had helped.