Of course his request had been ignored, why had he expected any different? Khadgar wasn't even sure why he wanted to believe Genn would actually see the request for what it had been in the end. He had wanted Genn to stay. Hadn't he been obvious enough about that? He had out right asked him not to go, even. He ground his teeth together and grumbled under his breath at the situation he suddenly found himself in.
Alone. Khadgar was finding that he hadn't wanted the return to being alone and he was sorely tempted to fly after him now that Atiesh was in his possession. He didn't, allowing the childish annoyance to build as the warm leather creaked and he melted against the wall of the cave in protest of the Worgen leaving.
He was alone again and he found himself angry at himself because he did not want to he alone -- and at Genn for doing it I'm the first place. Honestly, he would've preferred Genn to remain so he could curl against his side and soak the comfort that was a bit like forgiveness up like a sponge.
Maybe he was a little bitter over it and took the time to pout like a child for a short while. It was a rare thing, really, that he'd allow himself to be that childish. Though, Genn's departure had the Archmage aware of how much he needed a bath. So he decided to do that and then pick at the bird when he returned from the rinse.
Pushing himself off the ground, Khadgar moved to his bag and pulled out the luxurious soap and shampoo and the cloth. New bandages were set in the pocket of the large coat as was the other items and he wandered out to along to the edge of the river. He sheds the borrowed coat and then the ruined robe, finally naked after he takes the pants off.
Bathing always felt good to Khadgar and he found that he missed it, though the cold creek water left something to be desired. He could really do without that part. He took his time in washing his body, knowing Genn would be back before dawn and there really was no hurry at all. So he took the time to thoroughly wash himself, knowing the grime needed to be clawed off in some places and even gentle scrubbed at the lacerations. Flecks of dried blood dissolved in thr river water and he even cursed softly when he realized he pulled scabs off with a unintentionally harsh rub against the upper wound.
He allowed it to bleed, carefully washing the rest and making sure he wasn't getting anything infected. Well, it might be a little bit and snorted. He shoved it from his mind, rinsed his body and hair and put his pants and the borrowed coat on before returning to his cave.
Still empty, even though he knew it would be - a small part of him had hoped. He returned to his spot after grabbing the cooked bird to pick at and well... He was more hungry than expected. The moment the flesh hit his mouth he was ravenous, tearing into the foul to fill what felt like a suddenly gaping hole in his stomach. Faintly, he was glad Genn was not there to see that, if only because he was not particularly interested in the 'I told you so' that would come in some form.
Of course, the speed in which he devoured the cooked meat was only conductive to make his stomach hurt. He felt like he would expel the food, which just seemed counterproductive to the whole point of eating in the first place. He sighed, eyes closing and trying to rest himself.
It would serve Genn right if he were to return to Khadgar passed out anyways, so he at least decided to attempt to do such a thing.
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Alone. Khadgar was finding that he hadn't wanted the return to being alone and he was sorely tempted to fly after him now that Atiesh was in his possession. He didn't, allowing the childish annoyance to build as the warm leather creaked and he melted against the wall of the cave in protest of the Worgen leaving.
He was alone again and he found himself angry at himself because he did not want to he alone -- and at Genn for doing it I'm the first place. Honestly, he would've preferred Genn to remain so he could curl against his side and soak the comfort that was a bit like forgiveness up like a sponge.
Maybe he was a little bitter over it and took the time to pout like a child for a short while. It was a rare thing, really, that he'd allow himself to be that childish. Though, Genn's departure had the Archmage aware of how much he needed a bath. So he decided to do that and then pick at the bird when he returned from the rinse.
Pushing himself off the ground, Khadgar moved to his bag and pulled out the luxurious soap and shampoo and the cloth. New bandages were set in the pocket of the large coat as was the other items and he wandered out to along to the edge of the river. He sheds the borrowed coat and then the ruined robe, finally naked after he takes the pants off.
Bathing always felt good to Khadgar and he found that he missed it, though the cold creek water left something to be desired. He could really do without that part. He took his time in washing his body, knowing Genn would be back before dawn and there really was no hurry at all. So he took the time to thoroughly wash himself, knowing the grime needed to be clawed off in some places and even gentle scrubbed at the lacerations. Flecks of dried blood dissolved in thr river water and he even cursed softly when he realized he pulled scabs off with a unintentionally harsh rub against the upper wound.
He allowed it to bleed, carefully washing the rest and making sure he wasn't getting anything infected. Well, it might be a little bit and snorted. He shoved it from his mind, rinsed his body and hair and put his pants and the borrowed coat on before returning to his cave.
Still empty, even though he knew it would be - a small part of him had hoped. He returned to his spot after grabbing the cooked bird to pick at and well... He was more hungry than expected. The moment the flesh hit his mouth he was ravenous, tearing into the foul to fill what felt like a suddenly gaping hole in his stomach. Faintly, he was glad Genn was not there to see that, if only because he was not particularly interested in the 'I told you so' that would come in some form.
Of course, the speed in which he devoured the cooked meat was only conductive to make his stomach hurt. He felt like he would expel the food, which just seemed counterproductive to the whole point of eating in the first place. He sighed, eyes closing and trying to rest himself.
It would serve Genn right if he were to return to Khadgar passed out anyways, so he at least decided to attempt to do such a thing.