Theodore Nott (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nottfinished) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
For some reason, Charlie's approval of his owl made Theo feel like he'd done something good and was being praised for it. He was immediately uncomfortable with the pleasure and concentrated on what was happening to his feet instead. "I'd definitely have an Eagle Owl if I didn't have my boy." he agreed. "If you have a mouse half for him he'll let you stroke his head until he's finished eating, if you want, if I send him over." he offered a little awkwardly.
He found himself listening to Charlie's voice and fighting the urge to fall into a kind of sleepy doze, the sound of it soothing and making him feel secure which was unheard of for him, especially when he was so vulnerable. He was surprised when Charlie had finished, drawing his feet back and testing them out. They were sore but in a vague and distant way, definitely not bad enough that he couldn't walk. He pressed them to the floor and gingerly added weight to them, standing slowly until he was upright and shifting his weight from one to the other. By the time he'd finished Charlie was getting up and as much as he wanted to lend a hand he didn't want to humiliate Charlie or make him feel inadequate, although he certainly didn't see him that way. "Thank you for doing this for me." he said again, his expression a bit amazed like he couldn't quite believe that he'd been helped. "I'm really sorry that I put you out. I'll pay you back for the salve and the bandages and things."