Sep 01 2020, 08:13 PM
Action.
Forgraves, somewhere near where they had begun planning and building, had been fumbling around in the general area with the plants. his leg still hurt like all hell, but he gained valuable information from it, and since then had learned ways to keep it protected from the outside world and its contaminants. tying the occasional large leaf around it kept it in place and away from germs and dirt long enough for it to atleast heal up enough he didnt have to worry about it, but it still hurt, so now he was trying to figure out how to reasonably aid in easing pain that wasnt so surface level.
to say he was frustrated was a horrible understatement. he was hardly one for anger, but recently the odds had seemed unkind to him. he should've expected such from throwing himself into a medic position without knowing anything about BEING a medic. he didn't know magic, he didn't use magic, he didn't NEED magic. he just needed time. and luckily, a house takes a while, so he had that. but he was mumbling angrily to himself as he limped on the leg, still red and swollen, tempted to just cut it off. he yelled into the air in frustration, flopping his face into the grass below.
@Fairy