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[ninthphilosophy]

Every small shift of his body made his various, beaded necklaces clack and brush noisily together. This was almost good enough to distract him from the wet quality his breathing was currently displaying, but the physical motion only agitated his wound. Across his abdomen were various, deep bruishes and an even deeper, but non-lethal cut. The seeping injury was wrapped up by his once-orange waist sash. His back was against the myrrh tree of Conall Curach, and the crystal once belonging to the chalice was tightly gripped in his left hand. Once the majority of the bleeding stopped, he'd keep moving- it wasn't like he was safe here. He wasn't really safe anywhere.

Distractedly, he felt his right arm around for his tossed-off satchel, but found only the slit strap of the bag. Deja hadn't realized the contents had spilled out. Guess he was going to have to wait to try and feed himself.