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“I think they’re better off from our help—” his response to the Wallander comes from between gritted teeth as his gut gave a particularly painful spasm, “— than from our pity.” His eyes narrow as he fights the buckling urge of his knees to drop and roll against the severe colic in his abdomen. His ears tilt back further as a low, painful breath whistles from his clenched jaw.
“Let’s just hope they don’t turn out to be anything like their gods.”
The words, though perhaps spoken in lightheartedness judging by the smirk on Rohan’s face, weighed heavily and ominously in the silence that fell between the two sick stallions. Shifting more urgently, as his bowel began to warn him of an impending, massive, and particularly disgusting movement, he forced a thin grin and glanced at the man, “I’m certain Helovians would rise to the challenge, if that is the case.”
Glancing around, his thin smile grow apologetic, “My good man, it’s been a pleasure, but you’ll have to excuse me. This awful illness calls, and I don’t think you want to be witness to it. I’ll see you around the Edge.” With his thick hide twitching in pain over his abdomen, he begins to stiffly walk towards the edges of the meadow to unload his bowls in private.
@Rohan I hope you don't mind me wrapping this thread up!