[ The long trek out to the nest is doubly long and difficulty under the crushing heat of day and with his leg still numb. It leaves him with nothing to think about except the remnants of vague panic clawing at his insides, the memory of a thousand angry little mouths snatching at his skin and his suit. He's still having difficulty breathing with his suit so damaged, but as the hours go by it stitches itself back together like a living, oozing thing. He definitely tries not to think about that.
By the time they make it out to the nest he looks even worse than he started, hobbling and scratched and sweating. Still, he lights up with relief when he sees her, letting the sand carry him down into the pit. ]
Ahso—Ashla! [ See? He remembered. Maybe it's the heat, making him think of fire. ] Hey!
[ He may have one damaged leg, he has two working arms, all the better to hug her with. Sorry about him, he's so tired he's looped right back around to being keyed up. ]
sometime between 2 and 3, what are timelines
By the time they make it out to the nest he looks even worse than he started, hobbling and scratched and sweating. Still, he lights up with relief when he sees her, letting the sand carry him down into the pit. ]
Ahso—Ashla! [ See? He remembered. Maybe it's the heat, making him think of fire. ] Hey!
[ He may have one damaged leg, he has two working arms, all the better to hug her with. Sorry about him, he's so tired he's looped right back around to being keyed up. ]