KieranSoares
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It was two days before Durban truly came to consciousness. He had short moments of opening his eyes but he wasn't truly present until one night when Kitty was dozing and she felt Durban's hand take her own in a weak but sure grip. His clouded dark eyes stared up at the ceiling listlessly, but he seemed aware of what was going on and what had happened. His broken wrist was settled against his stomach protectively, the cast holding it firm. Once Ghell had been certain both Durban and Tamblin were stable, he'd begun looking after Kitty in between tending her fallen son, leaving Brogan free to look after his other siblings. Boar hadn't been seen much, off in the woods most of the time, only coming into town to drop off game. Hearing that Durban had lost, that their final hope of getting rid of Tamblin had been dashed, he wasn't sure of what to do with himself anymore. Brogan ventured out once to bring him supplies, but reported that Boar hadn't really said anything in response.