holds up butterfly is this king midas

[survivaltricks]

WHO: some wayward thistles and visitors!
WHERE: thistle barn
WHEN: early morning, day 6

[if you're an early riser, you may see a trio of thistles— two of them covered in blood and one of them with an arm of solid gold— stumbling back to their barn!]

[it's fine!!]

Comments

[literal_trainwreck]

[nods. GOOD]

I regret that you had to see me in such a sorry state before, but I'll be fine.

[shortforever]

Dude, you survived being stabbed and having your arm turned to gold. Not to mention you rode the gravity change through without getting sick. That's not a 'sorry state', that shows how strong you are.

[literal_trainwreck]

I... yes, of course.

[a little awkwardly, not expecting to be disarmed (ha) by a compliment he hadn't been fishing for]

[when he speaks up again, the defensiveness has faded]

It isn't that I don't appreciate your concern. I'm simply... independent by nature.