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@emily-waldorf @denali-christianson

Thank youu for your wonderful reactions from Yila and Quin, they’re just brilliant. Now Lorcan doesn’t need to feel like an idiot anymore WOOHOO!! I think Yila especially has given him a boost of confidence 😜😂

Lorcan
“Yes. I am versed in herbal remedies and do not worry for myself. However, I am in need of a specific type of medicine. My sister was bitten by a werewolf last night, and I don’t have Mirianweed. I also might mention that the jungle behind us is stalking us and does not seem at all friendly, so if you’re interested in helping me, I suggest you make it fast.”

The lad proceeded to glare at him with blue eyes that seemed intent on burning holes into him. Not in a way that was openly disrespectful, like Liorah. But in a way that clearly communicated that he saw him simply as an equal, no better no worse.

Lorcan quirked up an eyebrow. Finally. It seemed like he had found someone he could actually take seriously.

“And you might want to make fast into STAT,“ the boy said. Just then the girl whimpered. Immediately her brother put her down, and Lorcan stepped back to accommodate them.

The girl leaned against her brother as she stood up. Her arm was now swelling up to a scarily insane size.  The boy returned his hard gaze towards Lorcan. “Amend what I said,” he snapped.

”I have experience with medicinal plants and substances,” Lorcan said seriously. “But I’m afraid I do not know what this Mirianweed is. I have never come across it. But – I have treated wolf bites before. So I will try to help you.”

The girl’s gaze wandered towards Lorcan and her eyes widened. Her mouth formed an o shape as she drank in his appearance. He flashed her a sideways smirk. “Hang in there miss.”

The boy gestured behind him. Where the trees were literally crawling towards them. “So assistance aside, I suggest we get out of the way of the jungle which is now tickling my back.”

He lurched forward with the girl. Lorcan followed, making his way towards the boy with the crutches. Although – he just had one crutch now.

The boy straightened up, wobbling in his feet. Clearly he was struggling. He met his gaze then looked away, his face reddening.

Lorcan tilted his head, reading his posture, his expression. He could sense it from a mile away. The low self esteem, the insecurity he felt when he saw Lorcan. He thought himself inferior – because of his disability.

He clenched his fists, struggling to keep a cool composure. Because he felt a strange sort of kindredness with this boy. He knew what it was like to be in his shoes. He still knew.

His gravelly voice was soft. ”Quin?”

The boy met his gaze again, unsure.

“What happened to your other crutch?”

Quin gestured towards the pit behind him. Lorcan nodded. “It seems we both lost something in the fire. Though in your case it was more important.”

Quin shrugged, looking away with hunched shoulders. Lorcan’s stomach turned For a brief <i>brief</i> moment he wanted to tell him. He wanted to show him that he wasn’t perfect either. That he wasn’t invincible. That he was a filthy broken individual. One who wasn’t worthy of leading.

Quin didn’t know it, but Lorcan understood him far more than he thought. He just wished he could communicate that to him somehow.

Lorcan smiled. “Wait here.”

He teleported to the trees, snapping off an appropriate branch, before appearing before Quin again. He broke off the ends until it formed an appropriate crutch shape  Tearing off a strip of leather from his (very expensive) overcoat, he wrapped it around the handle to make a more comfortable grip.

”Its the best I can do in these circumstances,” he sighed. “I know its not the best but – well here you go.”

He handed the crutch to Quin, who grasped it, his eyes wide. “Um – how do you – know how to make one from scratch?”

Lorcan smiled. “I’ve had my fair share of broken limbs. I’ve had to improvise on several occasions when I was in dangerous climates. I’m just grateful we even have sticks. You don’t want to know what I’ve used in the past.”

He glanced towards the trees. “Lets move, lad. Hurry. Things are gonna get worse before they get better. Trust me.”