“It would seem your charge comes upon you months too late,” Ravus muttered under his breath, shrugging in a way that emphasized the lack on his left side.
It was a petty complaint indeed. The damage done to the arm with the fire spells had been justly dealt in battle, one he was leading against Basch’s own nation. And when he had been captured the healers on Dalmasca’s side had done their best to save the arm, but as things had been so drawn out and Ravus so stubborn, the wound had gone bad. The loss had been the only way to save his life in the end, not that he had been glad of it.
But at least his legs still functioned, though his balance was still a thing of question. Sure, he had been held far mores respectfully than he would have thought fitting for an enemy general, but he had still been that. An enemy. One who had spilled blood. And given that no one in Dalmasca seemed to know, and no one in Nilfheim wished to acknowledge, Ravus’s noble birth… Well, a standard cell had been agreeable enough. The space had hardly been enough for suitably maintaining his body to his old standards, or walking far enough to master the change in his balance.
That did not mean he was not about to try. If nothing else his family was stubborn. And while his status as the remaining Nox Fleuret might be a tightly guarded secret, everyone knew that ‘General Ravus Leonis’ (and oh how bitter it was to be granted a false name based on the sword representing his status had always tasted in his mouth) was quite stubborn in his own right.
He would walk until they bid him stop. Even if he was tripping more than he might have in the past.
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Date: 2024-08-14 03:24 am (UTC)It was a petty complaint indeed. The damage done to the arm with the fire spells had been justly dealt in battle, one he was leading against Basch’s own nation. And when he had been captured the healers on Dalmasca’s side had done their best to save the arm, but as things had been so drawn out and Ravus so stubborn, the wound had gone bad. The loss had been the only way to save his life in the end, not that he had been glad of it.
But at least his legs still functioned, though his balance was still a thing of question. Sure, he had been held far mores respectfully than he would have thought fitting for an enemy general, but he had still been that. An enemy. One who had spilled blood. And given that no one in Dalmasca seemed to know, and no one in Nilfheim wished to acknowledge, Ravus’s noble birth… Well, a standard cell had been agreeable enough. The space had hardly been enough for suitably maintaining his body to his old standards, or walking far enough to master the change in his balance.
That did not mean he was not about to try. If nothing else his family was stubborn. And while his status as the remaining Nox Fleuret might be a tightly guarded secret, everyone knew that ‘General Ravus Leonis’ (and oh how bitter it was to be granted a false name based on the sword representing his status had always tasted in his mouth) was quite stubborn in his own right.
He would walk until they bid him stop. Even if he was tripping more than he might have in the past.