[Another quiet, low rumble as he picks up the pace, the sight of the temple like a beacon. And fortunately, as if luck is finally deciding to play nice, there are no other encounters and Eustace is able to make it to the temple and up the steps. Although he doesn't show it, by now he's panting a bit, breathing heavily from using so much dreamotion in maintaining the form, the lights, and the healing on his shoulder.
Once there the wolves greet them, some eying his wound warily, but he lets them take the pup first before he makes his way to a room where he can put down Tifa and properly rest and treat himself. His footsteps are heavy, the exhaustion kicking in, but he pushes himself until he reaches an empty room. It's sparse—it's a temple run by wolves after all—but there are some cushions he walks over to and just...heavily flops down against, careful not to let Tifa fall so she more or less slides onto them.
After that he finally transforms out back to his original form, wincing as a wisp of black nightmare energy rises from the wound on his shoulder. As he starts to apply some more of his healing magic, he hears a familiar whine and looks up in surprise to see the pup had followed him.]
Hey, go back to your parents...
[But he's too tired to really push too hard, especially when he notices the pup is carrying some of lunar flowers and honey.]
...I see, this is for me, huh? Thanks.
[A small ruffle of its ears as he starts with the honey, smearing some of it on his shoulder before sighing and looking over at Tifa. ...She's really going to worry about him...
Too tired to do much more, he positions himself so his good shoulder is beneath him and he hugs her close, his eyes closing as it doesn't take long for him to doze off. Seeing this, the little pup worms its way in-between them, as if wanting to help comfort both.]
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[Another quiet, low rumble as he picks up the pace, the sight of the temple like a beacon. And fortunately, as if luck is finally deciding to play nice, there are no other encounters and Eustace is able to make it to the temple and up the steps. Although he doesn't show it, by now he's panting a bit, breathing heavily from using so much dreamotion in maintaining the form, the lights, and the healing on his shoulder.
Once there the wolves greet them, some eying his wound warily, but he lets them take the pup first before he makes his way to a room where he can put down Tifa and properly rest and treat himself. His footsteps are heavy, the exhaustion kicking in, but he pushes himself until he reaches an empty room. It's sparse—it's a temple run by wolves after all—but there are some cushions he walks over to and just...heavily flops down against, careful not to let Tifa fall so she more or less slides onto them.
After that he finally transforms out back to his original form, wincing as a wisp of black nightmare energy rises from the wound on his shoulder. As he starts to apply some more of his healing magic, he hears a familiar whine and looks up in surprise to see the pup had followed him.]
Hey, go back to your parents...
[But he's too tired to really push too hard, especially when he notices the pup is carrying some of lunar flowers and honey.]
...I see, this is for me, huh? Thanks.
[A small ruffle of its ears as he starts with the honey, smearing some of it on his shoulder before sighing and looking over at Tifa. ...She's really going to worry about him...
Too tired to do much more, he positions himself so his good shoulder is beneath him and he hugs her close, his eyes closing as it doesn't take long for him to doze off. Seeing this, the little pup worms its way in-between them, as if wanting to help comfort both.]