Saix wakes up slow and hazily, and makes no rush to full consciousness. There's no immediate danger, after all, not that he can see, so he takes his time. The minutes pass with him slowly coming to terms with his location, his condition, flexing his fingers and joints to make sure everything is in proper condition. It takes him half an hour to be confident that he's not dead and that no one else is coming.
The wound in his shoulder gives a pulse of pain, and acts a reminder that Axel wasn't just a near-death hallucination.
It also serves as a reminder that he's obviously not going anywhere anytime soon, and that letting these wounds leak out more of his being is not a wise idea. Saix drags himself up and tries to ignore the pain. The first thing he does is search for the bathroom. There's no Potions or even first aid supplies, which is annoying, but the sink is functioning and that's all he needs. He sheds his cloak first and then the rest of his clothing. His reflection doesn't paint a pretty picture. All of the cuts and bruises and effects from magic pointed his way leave ugly markings... To think they came from a child. It's shameful.
He cleans himself up and tears apart the bedsheets in another room to use as makeshift colorfully aquatic themed bandages. It's really the best he can do for now, until he explores more of the city and finds better methods. Until then... he limps back into the bedroom and stares at the vest and the SFC. His lips thin and, almost reluctantly, he tucks the SFC into his coat and places the vest under one arm. He looks throughout the apartment- uninhabited. There's only one person who could have placed him here.
It doesn't take Saix very long to decide not to return to it again.
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The wound in his shoulder gives a pulse of pain, and acts a reminder that Axel wasn't just a near-death hallucination.
It also serves as a reminder that he's obviously not going anywhere anytime soon, and that letting these wounds leak out more of his being is not a wise idea. Saix drags himself up and tries to ignore the pain. The first thing he does is search for the bathroom. There's no Potions or even first aid supplies, which is annoying, but the sink is functioning and that's all he needs. He sheds his cloak first and then the rest of his clothing. His reflection doesn't paint a pretty picture. All of the cuts and bruises and effects from magic pointed his way leave ugly markings... To think they came from a child. It's shameful.
He cleans himself up and tears apart the bedsheets in another room to use as makeshift colorfully aquatic themed bandages. It's really the best he can do for now, until he explores more of the city and finds better methods. Until then... he limps back into the bedroom and stares at the vest and the SFC. His lips thin and, almost reluctantly, he tucks the SFC into his coat and places the vest under one arm. He looks throughout the apartment- uninhabited. There's only one person who could have placed him here.
It doesn't take Saix very long to decide not to return to it again.