"Nope," Erikos ground out. He clambered off of Cyrus, face flushed a bit as he sat down. The gash on his leg was far larger than he had originally thought, with a small sliver of bone showing through. "Oh, that's just wonderful," he muttered, poking at the edge of the wound absently
“You should put some stitches in that,” Cyrus said, bits of worry laced in his tone as he looked at Erikos’ leg, feeling slightly sick.
"Nah, I'll just magic it. Stitches'd be a bitch on that sucker," Erikos said, poking the edge of the wound again before getting to his feet as best he could. He began to do his best to make his way back outside, occasionally stumbling and near falling here and there
Cyrus got to his feet, following Erikos. He put a hand on Erikos’ shoulder to support him, but also himself. His body still ached and his stomach felt very uneasy.
Erikos stumbled out the door, nearly faceplanting in the dirt. "Go make yourself at home, this might take a bit," he said, waving Cyrus off as he reached the water. He slipped inside, breathing a sigh of relief as the water began to soothe his injuries
Cyrus rubbed at the back of his neck, nodding in response as he slipped back inside. He began to wander around, simply getting the feel for the place.
Erikos dove to the bottom of the river, searching along the stones for a good place to rest. He curled himself around one of the rocks, his tattoos beginning to glow a faint blue-green that shimmered beneath the water
Cyrus walked into what looked like a kitchen, and he shifted his weight a bit, stomach still feeling uneasy. But as much as he wanted to get sick and get rid of whatever the wendigo ate, he forced himself to keep it down. If he kept it down, then he wouldn’t be hungry as quickly.
Erikos returned a few minutes later, soaked and panting. He felt like he was going to pass out from the energy he had to use to fix the cut, and he had to lean against the doorframe for a moment as he caught his breath
Cyrus had glanced around in Erikos’ bedroom for a moment, but he hadn’t been able to stay in there long. When Erikos returned, he was sitting on the couch with his legs stretched out along it. It looked a bit dorky, as his legs were partly hanging off the other end of the couch.
Erikos made it as far as getting through the door before collapsing. He was exhausted, his body feeling like lead and his antlers sending and receiving far too many signals to be right