Noctis had a rough night. A very rough night that bleed into the morning. The weredragon had hardly slept even though his body wanted him to because of the pain that radiated from his back. Carrick had gagged him and bound his arms behind his back before looking him in his own room. His wrists and hands dug into his cuts and Noctis had been too tired to break out of the binds.
He was curled up on his side, facing the door because there was no way he was going to show is vulnerable side, when he heard someone unlocking the door and Russell’s voice. Noctis made a soft noise, not wanting Russell to see him like this, but he had very little choice in the matter.