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Squeak: *Taaaaaaaam! Omg, Tam, you're home! I can't believe you're home! Why did you leave me?! Never leave me! The squeaky fox wiggles in close trying to get to where she can lick and softly nip at his face to show her love. She'll slip away again only to return with a pair of his underclothes she'd managed to snatch. Here. You can have these back. She kept them safe for you.*

Tam: *will wind up sitting with the girls in his lap and Rihn crouched at his shoulder, and then he has excited fox in his face and he loves on her too . . . a-and then the jester is actually blushing softly even as he /laughs/* Okay, who let Squeak into my clothes again?

Squeak: *will reluctantly let him take his underwear if he reaches for them.* 

Nyri: They probably got snatched while Wes and Terris each grabbed a clean set for you. *smirks* Man, honey, I wouldn't have thought it possible to make you blush. *she'll come crouch by his other shoulder and will lean in to steal a kiss.*

Tam: *ah YES he’ll take those back now…unless they’ve been chewed at all, then he’ll let her keep them – smirks at Nyri* It’s not much, but I do have /a/ shred of decency. *leans to kiss her back…a-and hisses a bit as he straightens – yeah, it’s time for new meds, or some attention from Raizen or Jerrica*

*They're mildly chewed, but there's only one small hole, so they're salvageable. Besides, they were clean so not much of his smell on them to make her want to chew.*

Nyri: Ha! Now you're being funny. *she straightens* Spirit or traditional? *for dealing with his wounds*

Tam: *salvageable, yes, but…they’re getting washed at /least/ twice before he wears them again – snickers at Nyri* When am I /not/ being funny? *the grin turns to a mild grimace* Traditional for now, knock me out at bedtime for Spirit. *looks over at either Raizen or Jerrica, whoever he can see easiest (or glances between the two of them if he can see both)* Though I guess I should /ask/ first, either way. It’s only polite.

Jerrica: *smiles* Tam, you’re /family/.  I’ll always say yes.

Raizen: *nods* Always, Tam. 

Terris: *will step over to Tam* Here, let me see to you for now then.  *will kneel behind Tam and start to gently unwrap the bandages Wes put on him.*

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Tam: */flinches/ but otherwise holds still - the beating was only two days ago, so things are still pretty fresh*

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Terris: *forever gentle as he removes the bandages and cleans the wounds once again. He doesn't have to do much, Wes has been caring for Tam as they traveled, so once the lashes as cleaned up again, he'll numb them an get the bandages back in place.* There. *lightly bumps his nose against the back of Tam's head* You should get some rest, brother. It's clear you're exhausted.

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Tam: Thanks, Terris. And . . . yeah, that might be a good idea. It's been a long few days.
*Rihn will help him up, and Patch finally steals a HUG before letting Tam go flop on the bedding for a nap.*

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*Later that night Tam will be drugged to sleep and Jerrica will heal him. Everyone's so glad he's home safe...*

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*Life goes on, and Rihn, Terris, Tam, and Naijha are down at the river fishing for dinner. Naijah's still not entirely comfortable around so much water, but he hides it well. Tam and Terris are likely doing most the work. Things are fine until Rihn gets a little too close to the bank, a bit of the ground crumbling under his feet, and dropping him into the swift current. No one will /see/ him go in, though they'll hear the splash and realize instantly that Rihn is gone.*
Terris: *drops the line, fish forgotten as he leaps to race down the bank, frantically searching the water for Rihn.*
*As for Rihn...he's been sucked beneath the surface, tossed and tumbled around, unable to get back to the surface. He's slammed against rocks and swept down river. He'll lose consciousness when his head and arm slam against a big rock.*

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Tam: *also /drops/ what he's doing and RACES after*
Rihn: */desperately/ trying to get to the surface - to /find/ the surface! - but just can't...and then he's out cold*

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*Naijah drops things and races after the others. They'll...find no sign of Rihn. They'll search for /hours/...with no sign of Rihn...*
*Rihn will come awake slowly. His head his pounding, his right arm is screaming in pain (it's broken), and his chest burns and rattles with each breath. When he opens his eyes he'll find that he's in a room, tucked into a bed. He's been stripped, broken arm bandaged to his chest, and head wrapped with bandages.*

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Rihn: *o-okay, w-well, uh...that's encouraging - whoever found him at least cares...and it's not slavers, they'd have just left him for dead . . . looks around the room, trying to learn anything he might about who has him, listening for movement in this room or another*

*f-finally crawls in bed*

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*He was wrong. He's not in a "room" he's in a cabbin. The bed is set up in one corner, a fire blazes in a clay-brick fireplace on an opposite wall, a big man sits in a nice rocking chair near the fire, turned to watch him. He's a got a deep frown on his face as he studies Rihn.*
Man: *grunts* Well, awake is a good sign.

Re: *f-finally crawls in bed*

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Rihn: *sharp gasp and curls inward, chin tucking as he gazes back at the man...w-why is he scowling? Is he mad? Will he hurt Rihn after all?*

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Man: *gets up and approaches Rihn. He's a big guy, obviously very strong. He stops by the bedside* You've been out a full day now, I was starting to wonder if you'd wake at all. What's your name?

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Rihn: *the man's approach isn't threatening and his tone is calm, so Rihn relaxes a bit, but then he cringes, bracing, before reaching with his good hand to tap his fingers on his throat as he shakes his head, then hopeful expression as he mimes writing...?*

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Man: *frown deepens* ...I don't have anything for writing. No matter. When you're well I'll take you to town to find where you belong.

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Rihn: …………. *nodnodnod, thank you sir…*

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Man: *puts his hand on Rihn's head* You're still fevered. Your chest hurt?

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Rihn: *nods – yes, sir, sorry for the trouble*

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Man: *nods and moves away. He'll come back over and will slip an arm behind Rihn's shoulders to sit him up. He's not gentle like Terris, Wes, or Patch are, but he's noy trying to be rough either. He'll hold up a cup for Rihn to take.* Drink. It'll help your lungs dry.
*Rihn is extremely weak and achy, but should be able to hold the cup himself, if a bit shakily.*

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Rihn: *the man’s not being rough with him, that’s enough for Rihn – he’ll do his best to make the man’s job as easy as possible, making himself accept and hold the cup himself if at all possible . . . drinks and gives the man a nod of thanks*

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Man: *nods approvingly* Good boy. You hurting?

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Rihn: *small, shy grin at the praise…mild frown a-and…nods*

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Man: *nods and will lay Rihn back down* You got family out here? *looks back at Rihn for his answer*

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Rihn: *that makes him shift anxiously . . . nods*

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Man: *nods* I'll see if I finad anyone searching for you still. You've been gone at least a day now.

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Rihn: *worried frown, nods – how long /would/ they look for him? And how far did the river carry him? Even if they /are/ still looking, are they looking far enough?*

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Man: Don't stress it, boy. We'll get you back to them even if they have given up on you already. *comes back and lifts him to give him another drink.* Drink it all. *it's the nasty tea, sorry.*

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Rihn: *that promise earns the man a /really/ thankful look . . . he /flinches/ from the smell of the tea, but…sighs and gulps it down with the same determination he always does, he’s no stranger to this tea after all (the flinch was just because he wasn’t expecting it this time)*

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Man: Good boy. *will lay him back down to get him some water. He picks him up again* Drink, slowly.

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Rihn: *can’t help the /grimace/ at the taste, wishing for one of Terris’s candies . . . gratefully drinks*