A low growl left Eric's throat as he heard the gypsy that he didn't recognize by scent, giggle. "I may gut him," Eric said softly, his head still pounding as the familiar scents of his brother closed in around him. Still, Eric sniffled, feeling a fool, feeling lesser than his brother, and it hurt all the same.
"Don't," Eric said, his eyes opening wide, pinching at the corners. He was glaring at his brother. "You're in charge. I'm...nothing to them, especially the newest welps in your care." Eric sighed, stretching out on the bed before folding in on himself. "I can hear them outside. The snickers, the questions. I brought questions into your camp. I'll...I'll make up for it."
His resolve was sure. As soon as dawn broke the following morning, Eric would venture out, alone, meeting the eyes of everyone, letting them feel his power, his ability. If he were challenged, then there would just be another carcass to scrape away. Exhaling through his nostrils, anger shone in his eyes.
"I would kill those that question you. Make no mistake." His tone didn't leave room for argument. After a moment, his features softened, kissing Arioch's cheek, moving to encompass a bit of his lip. "Just not tonight. Please."