it's like you knew me
and all the things I couldn’t say
It hurt and he was terribly sore. One wrong step and a violent string of pain shot down his back. He sought no comfort from anyone, though. He didn't even search for a healer. The Rigel was too stubborn in his weakness. He'd patch himself up with what little knowledge he had. If he could find a white fir tree he might be able to at least help with the pain. So he dragged himself about weakly through the snow and fog.
He let out a hefty sigh as he examined another tree that proved unworthy in his search. Maybe he wasn't looking in the right place. There was a thicker forest to the west perhaps he should head that way. It was unlikely he'd make it all the way to the cedarwoods but it would be worth it to at least try. There he could find some more dense and lively foliage. Hopefully.