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Date Posted: 10:19:05 12/04/01 Tue
Author: Marz
Subject: No need for apologies
In reply to: Valhorek 's message, "No rest for the weary" on 19:59:23 12/03/01 Mon

Marz felt relieved when Valhorek finally arrived to take care of the nasty wound in Tristan's side. Since he was only a few yards away it was easy to watch the healer work on his lover while he continued to wash away the blood that covered him. Marz had gotten so accustomed to pain that the number of gashes and bruises he had didn't bother him in the least. A normal man would have been howling in pain, but Marz was anything but normal.

When Valhorek approached, Marz mouthed off, telling the healer to go tend to the others that were injured. "I'm not that bad off so I can wait." He slammed his mouth shut after Val told him to be quiet, only because he respected the man enough to follow his orders. Unlike Eremis, Valhorek wouldn't scurry away if Marz growled at him, so why waste his time trying to antagonize him when it wouldn't work?

He watched in fascination as the white powder that was poured on one of his wounds, began to fizzle. The healer certainly used some interesting shit! Eremis hesitated most of the time, but Val seemed to know exactly what he was doing. It was easy to see that he was an expert in his craft so how could Marz not respect such a man?

When the healer mentally sutured a torn ligament, Marz felt only a pleasant warming sensation in the area Val was focusing on. Like a sponge, the ex-gang leader absorbed every one of Val's actions; a hundred questions flooding his mind at once. Someday, he would have to get the healer to talk about his interesting profession. Marz possessed a desire to learn everything he could about things that were foreign to him, but kept that fact hidden. After all, people would think him pretty stupid if he started asking questions about everything!

Rather than grumble when Val handed him one of his nasty herbal mixtures, Marz sucked in a breath then downed it in one long gulp. His face scrunched up in disgust at the taste while his eyes followed the healer, who went off to tend to Isobel. As Marz was reaching for his shirt, he spotted Tristan approaching from the corner of his eye. He was about to say something but lost his train of thought when Barry started moaning quite loudly about something. Immediately, Marz decided that if he had to chose between boneheads, he'd pick Yorik simply because he was a lot quieter. Well, Corum might thing differently about that!

Tristan pulled him from his reverie when he began to rattle off an apology. "Cut the crap," Marz said, tossing the dragon a scowl. "I wanted to be involved in the battle so don't go being sorry for flying me into it. I could use a little practice on swinging my sword while I'm mounted on your back though."

Marz pulled out his juice flask and took a drink, swishing the liquid around in his mouth to get rid of the awful taste of Val's herbal concoction. "I'm not about to sit back and do nothing when danger presents itself, Tris. You're going to have to learn to deal with the possibility of me getting seriously injured again and again because I enjoy being in the thick of battle. I would have gotten royally pissed at you IF you would have flown us away from those ugly vultures that were attacking the others."

His eyes followed Tristan's finger as it traced along the bandage across his chest. Why the hell was the dragon touching him when there was a bunch of people around? Maybe he forgot that their friends surrounded them. He pulled away a bit then tugged his shirt on over his head, happy to have the ugly bandages covered.

“I’d hug you if I could,” Tristan said, with a soft laugh, “but I wouldn’t want to hurt you even more than I already did!”

Marz narrowed his eyes; something was definitely wrong with the dragon. Maybe his injury was worse than it looked, making his brain function improperly right now. "Ahh, I don't think you'd want to do that now anyway, Tris." He nodded toward their companions who were milling around in the distance. "And, remember something; if you wouldn't have latched on to me with your claws, my guts would be splattered all over the place right now. Anyway, those little scrapes didn't hurt at all, so stop feeling bad it." He grinned as he cocked his head at the dragon. "I'm just glad you weren't too embarrassed to touch me while I was falling to the ground."

He took another drink from his flask then passed it to Tristan before proceeding to tie the laces that formed a V at the front of his shirt.

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