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Taliesin
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Darren went limp with relief as it seemed he would not be subjected to anything else. Aside from the cleaning up. He honestly couldn't say whether they were trying to be gentle or not because every touch no matter how light seemed to burn. He had no strength to try and carry himself back to the cell, as painful as it was to have hands holding him firmly and dragging on the floor. When they dropped him on his cot he cried out softly in pain and simply laid miserably where he had been put. He was hanging about a 1/3rd off the cot (mostly his legs) and didn't really care at the moment. In fact he was thinking about summoning up the energy needed to inch himself over until he slid to the floor when she entered the cell. He cracked an eye open an the sound of walking, taking in who it was and cringing inward on himself and hiding his face before he even registered the blanket. It was the only thing he had the energy to do and his first reaction was simply fear that she was going to change her mind and have him dragged out yet again.
When the panic died down a little and he realized what she was holding he couldn't quite believe it and gave her a wary look before closing his eyes again and pressing his face into the still cool mattress, too worn to resist whatever may come. Maybe if he didn't hurt so much and wasn't so tired he'd be able to think, but that this point he was just reacting. He took a deeper breath that sounded a bit wheezy and thought vaguely that it probably shouldn't sound like that.
When the panic died down a little and he realized what she was holding he couldn't quite believe it and gave her a wary look before closing his eyes again and pressing his face into the still cool mattress, too worn to resist whatever may come. Maybe if he didn't hurt so much and wasn't so tired he'd be able to think, but that this point he was just reacting. He took a deeper breath that sounded a bit wheezy and thought vaguely that it probably shouldn't sound like that.