The Hopes of Tomrrow {Derek/Open}

[Zara]

Daedra and the other healer had just finished treating S'bel and were coming out of the room now. "You can go see him. Good to see you cleaned up."

Iirla just frowned and walked to the door, her hands trembling as she placed it against the door frame before stepping in. This was all her fault. Oh S'bel... She bit her lip and stepped in.

She knew that Izanycorth was still with Maerath. She didn't want to leave him. And Iirla didn't want to leave S'bel here in the infirmary alone. It had taken a lot of convincing and a lot of will power for her to go and wash up.

She took a deep breath and stepped into the room. "S'bel...?" she said in a whisper, unaware of if he was awake... or still unconscious... or asleep. "Oh S'bel..." She walked over to the bed he was laying on and very gently took his hand in hers.

She bit her lip, feeling the tears in her eyes again. "Oh... I'm so sorry..."

She bit her lip slightly and frowned as Trivol and Ama popped into the room. She shooed them away, grateful when Iz snapped at them and they fled.

She sat down on the edge near him, being very careful of where she sat in order not to hurt him in any way.

((Sorry it's short... x.x))

[derek]

He was awake, and, thanks to Daedra and the other healers, wasn't in any pain. He had lost a lot of blood, so he was a bit woozy (that, and fellis), but he knew it was Iirla who entered the infirmary.

His mind brushed Maerath's, and he knew his dragon was safe, bandaged, and with Izanycorth. He suspected that the bronze King dragon would be even more protective of "his" little Golden Queen now, after their being attacked.

Iirla took his hand in hers, and he noted the tears in her eyes as she apoligized. While it was true that if she and Izanycorth hadn't gone out, he and Maerath wouldn't be hurt, it was also true that the bonded pair wouldn't have been able to show their loyalty by protecting Iirla and Izanycorth, too...

So it was kind of a left-handed good thing, in a way.

S'bel opened his eyes, glad to see the flitters leaving. He couldn't stand the sharding things. So annoying! He felt the bed sag a bit where Iirla sat down, and he was aware that she was incredibly careful where she placed himself so she wouldn't hurt him.

"Iirla... love... don't apologize," he murmured, his blue eyes trained on her (beautiful) face. "It's not your fault."

[Zara]

MaerathMyDarling.... She crooned and very gently nuzzled his side. My love... You saved me. You protected me and Mine.

Iirla leaned down to him and very lightly pressed her lips to his. "But... What else should I do...?" she whispered to him, her lips only inches from his own. "You are a brave man, my S'bel." She very very gently traced her fingers over his brow. "You're going to have a nice scar."

She couldn't help the slight laugh that bubbled up in her, though it was definitely from relief rather than happiness. "You could have been killed, darling."

She gently brushed his forehead again, avoiding any injured part of his face tenderly, still feeling the tears in her eyes. "You saved me... and you and Maerath saved us both."

She gave a soft sigh. "How long do you think you'll be here, darling?"

Maerath...? Her words were soft as she shifted, curling up next to him again, and resting, though her head was up and watching. Do you think ours will get into any trouble...? her words were... concerned. She hoped they coudl come back here soon.

[derek]

Maerath hummed lightly, nuzzling the little Gold Queen. What is the job of a King, IzanycorthLoveMine[/color], he asked, If not to protect his Queen?[/color] His hum deepened.

S'bel trembled at her kiss. He wanted to do so much more... but he couldn't. "What else should you do?" He was silent. "Don't go off without permission." His wicked grin told her he wasn't mad, but just teasing her. He winced as her finger traced his brow. "Yes, my love, I expect I will."

She laughed, and he smiled. "True. I could have been killed. But I wasn't. There's no harm done." He winced. "No lasting harm, anyway."

He realized there were tears in her eyes, and he was a bit startled. "Yes, we did. It is our job, as... those who love you."

At her next question, he attempted to shrug, but stopped, as pain shot up his side. "I don't know. A week, maybe?"

The bronze turned, extending his wing to cover Izanycorth. I don't know, Izanycorth.[/color] he answered honestly. I just don't know.[/color]

[Zara]

Izanycorth gently licked Maerath's neck in a form of a kiss. He gently laying her head down against his side. He was Hers... at least for now. MineLove... Please be careful. Until you are at your full strength... You will stay here with me, right love...?

Iirla grinned. "Well... Maybe... Not without yours anyhow." She leaned down and gently kissed him again, teasingly. "It seems like it's going to just be too long until she's grown," she said in a whisper and a soft sight.

I'll be grown soon enough, Mine. Izanycorth gave a slight snort.

"Well.... that's something, darling. And you better not ever get yourself killed any time in the near future!" She couldn't help it. She kissed him gently, briefly again. "I should probably stop, huh?"

"I love you too, S'bel." Her words were gentle and whispered as she smiled again.

"Well.... I'll be down here to see you every day, my love." She very very gently touched his cheek, attempting not to harm him in any way or cause him pain.

I really hope that they don't, MaerathMineOwnLove...

Izanycorth pulled he head back under his wing. It's going to be a little sad when I can't hide under your wings anymore, Maerath.

Iirla was sitting on the side of the bed still, but she was looking at him with a soft smile.