[ Peter spends the next hour or so in something of a haze, exhausted but forcing himself to stay awake in case he needs to act. The poultice Charlie applied to his wound helps to keep the pain from reverberating up and down his side, and while it still aches, shifting around to wake himself up isn’t nearly as painful as it could be.
At the tail end of an hour, Peter frowns; if it weren’t for the whisper of movement and the crunch of Charlie’s boots in the dirt, he would start worrying in earnest. As it is, when Charlie finally reenters the hollow tree, Peter studies him with a surprising sort of sharpness, despite the bleariness of his eyes – which means he immediately notices how drained Charlie looks. Peter straightens, giving Charlie another once-over. ]
You alright?
[ Because no matter how often he saw Charlie use his magic in the six months they spent together, Peter never could quite shake the guilt from that first evening when he saw the aftermath of Charlie pushing himself to the very edge of his limits. ]
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At the tail end of an hour, Peter frowns; if it weren’t for the whisper of movement and the crunch of Charlie’s boots in the dirt, he would start worrying in earnest. As it is, when Charlie finally reenters the hollow tree, Peter studies him with a surprising sort of sharpness, despite the bleariness of his eyes – which means he immediately notices how drained Charlie looks. Peter straightens, giving Charlie another once-over. ]
You alright?
[ Because no matter how often he saw Charlie use his magic in the six months they spent together, Peter never could quite shake the guilt from that first evening when he saw the aftermath of Charlie pushing himself to the very edge of his limits. ]