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Miryath was not the only darkened and gloomy body on the sands, for Theath lay beside her in almost a similar shade of depressed. There was nothing physically wrong with the green as she rested by her twin, but her appearance of not wishing to move and being emotionally drained to the point of physical pain made the twins remain just that. Twins, through and through, and if she'd had her way proper then Theath would lose a leg to match. Her twin heart, her other half was suffering, how could she possibly do anything in this state?

And honestly? Euryale didn't blame her lifemate in the slightest. The sight of A'star laying uselessly in bed had been the hardest hit she'd taken in her life and too many candlemarks had been spent over the last sevendays trying to keep it together. The redhead was naturally strong in mental fortitude, her attitude covering any weaknesses she might have had, but seeing her husband like that had been almost too much to bare. His body racked with pain, her inability to do anything about it except hold his (remaining) hand like affection was going to take back all the damage. That maybe all her love was going to help him regrow an arm and a leg, help him patch up his face like the wounds were just from a brawl they shared.

"A'star? You awake?" The aforementioned redhead came into the healer's area from where she'd been outside, softly scolding Theath into going and getting something to eat. Trying to properly care for two downed dragons was a pain, especially when there was nothing wrong with one of them. "Hang on, I'll be right there."

Talking to A'star had become hard. This was a man she'd spent literally all of her life with up to this point. No secrets had ever remained between them thanks to the antics of the Twins and there had never been a shortage of things to say. Now though? Now Euryale could barely look at him without some sort of unflattering expression on her face. It wasn't that she hated him, or couldn't handle his wounds - no, no. It was more she couldn't fix this, couldn't help him. She was useless to protect her family in ways that mattered most and frankly?

Euryale was pissed.

"If' Theath doesn't get something to eat for the two of them soon I'm personally going to force feed your dragon while you watch and cheer me on. I've no time for her sulking when you -" Euryale cut herself off and turned her gaze down sharply; her lips made a thin line as an expression of pain washed like a wave on shore. Just like the tides though it washed back out and was replaced with her usual - if forced a bit - cheer. This man in the bed was her husband, her soulmate, and the second half to her whole. She needed to get over herself and transfer that anger into something else before she hurt him even more. "Anyway, those sad sacks look downright awful."

Her words were hollow and callous, the only way she could deflect from wanting to join them. It had taken an act of Faranth (and a lot of pulling from healers, Wingleaders, and a few others) to get her to leave A'star's side those first few days. There was more than one time she'd literally been dragged from holding on to his hand, her actions like that of a bratty child rather than a woman of forty-plus turns. Forty-plus turns with this wounded man at her side, again. The thought hit hard as she recalled how he tried to talk and...

No, she needed to stop. The way he was speaking now was just fine considering the horrible alternative of never being able to hear his voice again. A few slurred words here and there would always be welcome against the silence of actual death. The offered hand was quickly taken, perhaps a bit too fast so she might have actually hurt him with that squeeze, and gently she lowered down so that she might place his palm against her cheek. "Hello my love."

"A bit. Our bed is entirely too big for just me alone and it's starting to get cold at night." Euryale chuckled a little at her husband's questions, doing her best to sound like she wasn't actually sleeping out front of the healing area, or in the arms of her dragon. She looked as though she hadn't seen the proper side of a shower in a few days and her normally vivid red hair was dull. Maybe it wasn't just dragons who dimmed down when their hearts were breaking. A turn of her head had her lips meet his palm with a soft and delicate kiss. "You better hurry up and get back in there before winter comes or else the two of us will be crammed into this tiny cot." Another chuckle. "You know I kick in my sleep."

As for Theath, hearing Euryale's snide comments were enough to make her move. The green knew entirely there was no hate there, no shame, but a pain that lingered over them all like a sea net. There was no shaking it free if one did not act and so the able-dragon moved to get food. The idea of Miryath being force-fed had been the final push she needed, for Theath would rather have chewed Thread herself than let such an indignity happen to her beloved.

A wherry, or two, was easily dispatched by her in the feeding pens without complainant and slowly she traced her steps back to her twin's side. There was be no eating for her until after Miryath had her share, even if it was just a few bites. She could feel the anguish just as well as she could see it and both were devastating to someone as sensitive as the dragon. My love.... Theath hesitated as she placed down the food, unsure if it would be accepted or she would be snapped at for meddling. Such a thought was foolish, but even now? Please, eat.

It..... Theath began to speak as she watched Miryath's meager actions, though she bit her mental tongue at going further. A soft nudge from Euryale, or rather a glance in towards where she knew her rider was softly weeping with exhausted concern, had the usually soft-spoken dragon press. It hardly is. I....I....I don't know how you're feeling and this is a sensation we will likely never share, but.... Oh, how it felt so wrong to be so pushy! Theath was never the sort to question, never the sort to bully; from the moment she'd come from her shell she had always differed to others and kept her opinions so close to her hearts that they might as well never have existed.

Another glance in towards Euryale and A'star moved her again. I.....I would be dead without you, just as Mine would be without yours. Pl..please, try a little more. Even if you are unable to love me after for being so rude, just...try It was so silly of her to be so forceful when she was gray on her own and the second wherry she brought would likely go uneaten. Theath would have to be pressed in the same manner before she even thought of taking it into her stomach.

Honestly this whole family was a giant mess in one way or another. Their infamy about the Weyr always changed and updated with the times.

"I...would rather take care of you, for once." Euryale thought about what he was saying about her self-care and wondered just how much he knew, about how little she was showing for it to be enough. It was quite possible he knew everything considering how much about her A'star knew without trying, though the Twins being in the state they were in had prevented the usual Call. If it'd been another time there would have been excessive rejoicing; for now all there was was the continued weighted sorrow. "You have no idea how hard it is to try and be the good parent. I'm regretting not watching you in action over all these turns." There was an effort to engage in humor, just as her husband had.

After all of this was done, Euryale was going to go and find someone to do some combat training with. She needed to punch out her frustrations on something other than an unfortunate tree. "I've also spoken with the Headman, about moving our weyr. I know we've always talked about having beachfront property for our retirement but it looks like it may be happening sooner than we thought." A smirk crossed her lips. "I should have known you'd find a way for us to get sand in our sheets daily, or have our sordid dreams of making out in the surf come true."