It was the second time in less than a turn that Meihuath was in the infirmary and Ko'zenn was handling it as well as he had the first time - not at all. While the green had handled her injured wings with grace and the airheadedness she was a perfect embodiment of, her rider had been a mess. Sulking into his meals was a fairly common sight and all of his attempts to fish had been horrendously distracted.
Really, he'd have been better off tilling the bowl into farmland.
Today he'd taken to mending one of the fishing traps to try and distract himself from his fretting and moping. It hadn't been enough to keep him from frowning into it as he worked, though.
