[ Lloyd doesn't notice his father flying in, not at first. he's too busy clutchibg his bloodied leg, trying to stop the flow as much as he can. what probably contributed to the lack of attention were his folded wings, blocking his peripheral from seeing Kratos land next to him, and the shooting pain from his leg causing him to miss the sound of boots hitting snow. as such, he misses the myriad of emotions playing on his father's face.
it's when he feels the cool rush of mana on his leg that he looks up, staring at his father almost dumbfoundedly as he heals his leg. compared to the Professor's artes, Kratos's First Aid only heals the minimum of what can be healed, but Lloyd can already feel the pain ebb away and he sees the puncture wounds from the teeth gradually grow smaller. he doesn't think twice before removing his hands and stretching hsi leg out a littke more, so that his father could get a better look at it. it doesn't take long before the wound is healed to something more manageable: a few puncture wounds with far less blood flow.
sure, he'd end up with scars, but they wouldn't be the first scars he ended up with. at least he can use his leg again.
as Kratos finishes healing it up, though, several thoughts start running through Lloyd's head. Kratos saw his wings. he can't remember if he had ever seen them before-- it's been so long since he'd gotten them already. he doesn't know what Kratos had thought when he finally saw them at this point, but it doesn't take a genius to realize that his reaction is probably Not Good, as it's wont to be.
well, whatever. what's past is past, and Lloyd figured if he didn't already know, then he deserved to. plus, now was as good a time as any to reveal it (unlike, you know, every other opportunity he had in the past). ]
...Thanks, dad. [ he moves to stand (still keeping his wings out), using the rubble as support as he test his leg. good, he can still stand on it. if it weren't for his dad showing up...
it's then that a thought crosses his mind. ] Wait, when did you get here?
ELMOSFIRE.GIF!!!
it's when he feels the cool rush of mana on his leg that he looks up, staring at his father almost dumbfoundedly as he heals his leg. compared to the Professor's artes, Kratos's First Aid only heals the minimum of what can be healed, but Lloyd can already feel the pain ebb away and he sees the puncture wounds from the teeth gradually grow smaller. he doesn't think twice before removing his hands and stretching hsi leg out a littke more, so that his father could get a better look at it. it doesn't take long before the wound is healed to something more manageable: a few puncture wounds with far less blood flow.
sure, he'd end up with scars, but they wouldn't be the first scars he ended up with. at least he can use his leg again.
as Kratos finishes healing it up, though, several thoughts start running through Lloyd's head. Kratos saw his wings. he can't remember if he had ever seen them before-- it's been so long since he'd gotten them already. he doesn't know what Kratos had thought when he finally saw them at this point, but it doesn't take a genius to realize that his reaction is probably Not Good, as it's wont to be.
well, whatever. what's past is past, and Lloyd figured if he didn't already know, then he deserved to. plus, now was as good a time as any to reveal it (unlike, you know, every other opportunity he had in the past). ]
...Thanks, dad. [ he moves to stand (still keeping his wings out), using the rubble as support as he test his leg. good, he can still stand on it. if it weren't for his dad showing up...
it's then that a thought crosses his mind. ] Wait, when did you get here?