"I'm me. No one else." Another gentle touch, this one pulling the loose dreadlocks out of Dilan's face once he settled again. It was a slightly ambiguous answer, true--but while Aeleus and Lexaeus were both him, in a sense, they were distinctly different entities nonetheless. For the moment, Aeleus was simply Aeleus, and echoing Dilan's concerns back at him, calm and reassuring.
That was good, though. Sore, nauseous, cold--well, maybe not good, but expected, appropriate reactions that were well within the parameters of post-operative discomfort. Relieving, to know that he wasn't actively in pain anymore, or reacting poorly to the sedatives or anesthetic. That meant they could just get him cleaned up, and make sure he was as calm as they could hope for before tapering off the sedatives. "I'm sorry. But you need to stay still for a little while longer, Dilan. I need to get you cleaned up, and you need to rest; you shouldn't strain your stitches by moving around too much just yet, and you're at risk of falling until the medicine is out of your system."
Aeleus sighed, offering Dilan an apologetic look--but still, he didn't sound like he was open to discussion or willing to change his mind about it, either. He dipped his cloth into the basin and began the clean up job, carefully holding the wing steady with his free hand to make sure it wouldn't get jostled--and that Dilan wouldn't jerk or flail it--too much.
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Date: 2015-11-28 12:11 pm (UTC)That was good, though. Sore, nauseous, cold--well, maybe not good, but expected, appropriate reactions that were well within the parameters of post-operative discomfort. Relieving, to know that he wasn't actively in pain anymore, or reacting poorly to the sedatives or anesthetic. That meant they could just get him cleaned up, and make sure he was as calm as they could hope for before tapering off the sedatives. "I'm sorry. But you need to stay still for a little while longer, Dilan. I need to get you cleaned up, and you need to rest; you shouldn't strain your stitches by moving around too much just yet, and you're at risk of falling until the medicine is out of your system."
Aeleus sighed, offering Dilan an apologetic look--but still, he didn't sound like he was open to discussion or willing to change his mind about it, either. He dipped his cloth into the basin and began the clean up job, carefully holding the wing steady with his free hand to make sure it wouldn't get jostled--and that Dilan wouldn't jerk or flail it--too much.