backdated to the 18th
He knew he shouldn't have left, that he did need his healer to take care of the wounds that destroyed his face. He had seen his own reflection in the water and knew he was a sight to be looked at. Still with his face was a covering of crusted blood that he could neither clean off without opening up the stitched wounds or simply leave in in case they brought infection. Now even more withdrawn into himself Honrin had made a trip to interact only once with the rest of Vinátta, the rest of the time he stayed in his privately constructed camp embroiled in his own misery and anger.
Once he had taken his anger out on a deer that had wandered too close by accident. It had been unsettlingly satisfying to tear the life from the brown eyed creature. Now several smoking stacks littered his camp to dry out the meat he hadn't eaten at the time. Most of it was dry now and these he packed away to save, intending not to eat them himself. He thought of his poor mother and felt his heart break even more. The bottle he lifted to his lips and took another swig, uncaring if anybody was around.
He swayed as he took another drink, snorted and nearly choked on the amber liquid. He sneered at himself and tossed the bottle at a tree, it didn't smash as expected and he snarled furious at it for not breaking. Honrin hauled himself to his feet and turned as he heard a voice, stumbling to keep his balance. His incandescent eyes focused on the boy, younger than himself. Still furious at the bottle, himself, at his life and the stitches that pulled painfully at his skin he growled again and snarled at the boy,
"Do I look alright!" It did not amaze or concern him that his emotions had not disappeared into the blackness upon realising this stranger was near him. His anger drained away leaving behind a hollow husk and he dropped himself to the floor again,
"Mm'sorry. Sss'not yur fault." He took a second look at the boy, taking in the colors. He realised dimly that he knew this boy, although had trouble placing from where for a few seconds before remembering,
"Wait! I kknoww whour are. Yur.. yur Saul's son? Yesshh I remememberer now. He brought you back to Ichika with him, when ah was younger. Only a boy mayself. Your were tinny as this." He held his hands together a few inches apart, roughly the size of a small puppy and then cackled to himself, finding the whole situation funny now.