[Easier said than done, when it resulted from a long-held habit after L presumably weighed the risks and benefits and accepted them... but fortunately, the memory and misery of almost bleeding out are fresh in L's mind, like the flavor of a specific type of liquor on the morning of a brutal hangover. It makes it far easier to pledge cooperation with the sincere intention to follow through, though he realizes Myr's trust in him is bound to be broken for quite some time. Whether or not he had to lie is still something he is sorting through, but he can resolve; he can set, again, down a better path with his steadfast Bonded at his side. Myr knows where he's likely to falter, after all, where his control and judgment seem to slip, and it's better that he knows even if it seems a shameful thing to admit to.
Metal fingers clink against the glass pitcher's handle, and he pours himself a glass of water. He doesn't remember the healers' visit clearly, having been drugged already when they arrived and well into a state of shock before he was given another potion to gentle him into compelled sleep. He knows they would have replenished some of his lost blood, but actually keeping up with aftercare is a responsibility that falls to him. He needs to rehydrate, and stay on top of it so that Myr is assured that at least in this way, he's able to care for himself.
They're Bonded, so... that goes both ways, doesn't it, even if it comes more naturally to one of them?]
It can wait a few more hours, Myr. Those potions aren't like true sleep... which you need. If you require some sort of guarantee that I won't do something reckless while you're resting, you have my permission to tie me to the bedpost until you wake up.
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[Easier said than done, when it resulted from a long-held habit after L presumably weighed the risks and benefits and accepted them... but fortunately, the memory and misery of almost bleeding out are fresh in L's mind, like the flavor of a specific type of liquor on the morning of a brutal hangover. It makes it far easier to pledge cooperation with the sincere intention to follow through, though he realizes Myr's trust in him is bound to be broken for quite some time. Whether or not he had to lie is still something he is sorting through, but he can resolve; he can set, again, down a better path with his steadfast Bonded at his side. Myr knows where he's likely to falter, after all, where his control and judgment seem to slip, and it's better that he knows even if it seems a shameful thing to admit to.
Metal fingers clink against the glass pitcher's handle, and he pours himself a glass of water. He doesn't remember the healers' visit clearly, having been drugged already when they arrived and well into a state of shock before he was given another potion to gentle him into compelled sleep. He knows they would have replenished some of his lost blood, but actually keeping up with aftercare is a responsibility that falls to him. He needs to rehydrate, and stay on top of it so that Myr is assured that at least in this way, he's able to care for himself.
They're Bonded, so... that goes both ways, doesn't it, even if it comes more naturally to one of them?]
It can wait a few more hours, Myr. Those potions aren't like true sleep... which you need. If you require some sort of guarantee that I won't do something reckless while you're resting, you have my permission to tie me to the bedpost until you wake up.