Metas groaned as he sat up slowly from the sleep he had been in. Layers of fatigue were ever present in his vision as he scanned the dim area of the cave.
It was definitely still daylight out. Hadn't Veltar said that the medication he took would keep him out all day? He felt heavy and tired - so why had he woken up?
Then it hit him - Myranda wasn't in his grasp. When he looked over he could see that she had tossed and turned to her side until the point that she rolled outside of the blanket they were tucked under.
"Ahg, Mandy-" Metas let out with disappointment as he reached over to collect her with more difficulty than he had wished for. He felt incapacitated and worse than that - helpless. He could barely lift her in his bodily fog.
Just as the sleep-induced panic one's mind blessed a disoriented person with was about to blossom into a full-blown freak out, Veltar's voice shattered the building moment, and saved Metas from cold sweats and a pounding heart.
"Sire, you should be asleep - how are you awake? The dose I gave you..." he didn't get to finished as he noticed that Myranda had rolled over out of his grasp.
Veltar couldn't help but feel like he was looking at a sleepy child who came to his mother having lost his snuggle-bear. For a moment, he wanted to laugh (Jyriah was rubbing off on him again) - but at the sudden realization of the seriousness of the moment he merely shook his head and sighed.
Metas didn't need to know what was going on right now. Veltar would just have to play a fun little game with the giant 'drunk toddler' that all people became while under the influence of a downer.
"Alright, Metas - I see. Hold on, okay?" Veltar said softly, and got up from his desk to fetch the satchel that Jhinto had brought with him. The one thing the old mage was insistent upon was that there was 'no time' - and he was taking that very seriously. One did not sputter out their possible last breaths to spout nonsense.
He slyly brought the pouch towards Metas and merely said, "hey Mets - can you open this for me? It's got some medications in here I can give you."
Silently, the alchemist was praying to the moon above for the Alpha to question nothing....and question nothing Metas did as he lazily took the heavy pouch and 'pinched' open this weird claw-like thing that Veltar had never seen before.
There was also some weird ancient human script on the browned bag that said 'ad d s' underneath a small, striped mountain.
"...and this one..." Veltar added casually and directed Metas' hand to a metal tag-like thing that when pulled, pried apart the metal teeth that kept the thing shut tightly.
"Thank you, sire - here, let me help you," he added and moved the bag from Metas' grasp and slowly started to direct the giant male back down onto his back.
"...but Myranda..." the dosed Alpha lazily refuted Veltar, but did nothing to fight back against the gravity drawing him back down to the ground.
"I've got it, don't worry. She's just having a nightmare. I'll tuck her right back in, okay?" Veltar offered with a grin.
"...mmm.." Metas merely responded in his doped-up state.
If there was one thing Veltar had learned - it was that everyone was hilarious under the influence of opiates. As much as he wanted to enjoy the moment and laugh at it, there was dead body for him to also attend to.
What a fucking 'night'.