[u]Khan[/u]

Khan's body ached. 

From the tip of his wings to his tail, his whole body felt a shimmering flame of pain nestled deeply within as he exhaled. Slowly he shifted his elbows beside himself and propped himself upright, his head twisted to surveyed the damage. His eyes saddened by the sight which greeted him. Students, staff and more were stretched out all over the place with white robed healers navigating the maze. In the care taker's hands were often an assortment of medical supplies, bandages and salves, or cart pulled in their wake. The wooden wheels click-clacked while it held the current meal of bread and broth, both filling the room with their delicious scents. 

Khan settled back into the soft give of his pillows. Curiously, his eyes lowered to examine himself. The odd color eyes took in the white glimpse of bandages wrapped about his chest, freshly changed, and his hands. Gently he lifted his runes one closer to his face as he narrowed his focus upon the mended scarring left behind, bumping through the thin linen wrap. 

"Nice to see you awake." A cheerful and familiar voice broke out behind Khan, the large Esyire narrowly avoided jumping out of his scales. His wing however visibly tensed when Sam came walking from the corner of his eye and stood facing him. 

"I've been worse..." Khan answered, his throat seemed to crackle from the parched sensation. 

"Any worse and we would've lost you." Sam said, his hands occupied by a silver tray. 

The spicy and warm aromas had wafted from the large bowl, pale yellow with floating bits of vegetables and chicken chunks, seemed to draw his attention. He couldn't stop the slight silva rush within his mouth when the smells hit his nostrils in greater strength. To display his hidden urges, his middle made a low, needy rumble. A sound that tugged at Khan's awareness as he fought the sheepish grin to crept upon his muzzle. Sam merely let out a cheerful laugh, his hands reached to set the tray into the Headmaster's lap and pulled back to his position. His shoulders relaxed at seeing Khan's health improved but in a moment, uncertainty flickered across his face. Khan's focus narrowed on the brief expression. His eyebrow arched in question yet he knew, deep inside, what mentally Sam had been thinking about. He was debating if he should summon Lucillia shortly. 

Khan mentally sighed after he had read Sam so well. "She's got enough on her plate, Sam. Let me eat and I'll see her myself, I've been laid up long enough." 

Sam nodded and retreated to deal with other patients. 

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[u]Mar & Lyn[/u]

Lyn's light and mirthful giggles appeared to erupt throughout her chubby frame, centered at her belly. Each time Mar's fingers skimmed the soft, new flesh as the infant's limbs pulled in and popped outwards again. Her small cheeks pulled up into a grin letting out another round of melodious sounds. Clear juices dripped down the baby's chin as she chewed her food. Her enjoyment was highlighted by the sunlight, rays peeking from the wintery scene outside, reflecting back through the windows. 

Gently Mar took a dried cloth then wiped away the evidence. Her eyes caught the flash of white and paused for a moment, absorbing the source. Gauze covered her hands and arms, the bandage hid away every inch of acid eaten skin with it's winding path heading from her fingers to shoulder and even around her torso. It looked like she was wearing a tunic comprised of wrappings. 

Mostly it was to prevent farther infection. Several layers of her skin had been lost in the clash with the glob-like demon, each contact left burnt away blotches and new scars would appear in time. Time... The word danced within her head for a bit until it faded, something she knew she had plenty of. The reality left her slightly bitter. 

Her sober mood was broken when her fingers were pressed together, the strong feeling of something wrapped about her fingers and settled there. Mar's head tilted downwards to see a sight to warm her heart: clasped within Lyn's tiny fist were her very own fingers. With the other hand, Lyn held her toes and foot curled up tightly against her tummy in wait. Mar let the tension ebbed away. 

She knew the comfort a simple gesture had and as her daughter sat there, entertaining herself, it occurred her that time was all she really had left. Her hand caressed Lyn's cheek side surprisingly gently for one whose instinct was to kill and maim. A mental note passed within her mind, one to make a new weapon, before she cradled Lyn within her arms. 

It was clear she was tired of being cooped up with the medical bay. Her coils tightly wrung themselves beneath her as she patted Lyn's back, like Althalus showed her, in a soft, circular manner. Her daughter seemed comforted by the sensation.