He returned to find Christophe once again attempting to escape. The young man had actually managed to get one of his wrists free of the chains, though his skin was bloody from the effort. He was frantically working at the other when Lykos stepped into view. Christophe immediately banged his head against the tree limb and uttered a few mild curses. “I didn’t run.”
“Obey letter of law. Hope to escape punish.” Lykos nodded. “Teach you that in military?”
“You didn’t tell me to leave the chains alone.” Christophe tried to give him a defiant look, but the slight cringe in his body language ruined the effect.
“If had removed chains, would you have stayed put?” Lykos raised an eyebrow.
Christophe glared at him. Then he summoned up a little bit of nerve. “No.”
Lykos patted him on the head. “Good boy. Honesty is best policy. Had lied, would have put hot rocks on your feet.” Christophe paled at the threat. “You need bandages. No more damaging self. You damage self, I punish. Understand?” He moved in to undo the lock from Christophe’s other wrist.
“I understand.” Christophe accepted the first aid kit Lykos handed him, and started cleaning up the abrasions on his wrists.
After watching for a moment, Lykos went back to what he’d brought with him. He set the pieces of bar stock down, and saw Christophe jump slightly at the clanging sound they’d made. The bags he brought over and set near his captive. “Brought sandals. You may wear. Feet too soft for hard ground.” He saw the brief hopeful look. “Also, lotion for skin, to stop sun from burning.” The hopeful look faded when Christophe realized clothes weren’t included. His chest and the front of his thighs were lightly scratched from being pressed against the bark of the tree, and he’d not managed to fully escape getting some scratches on his genitals.
The young man used the first aid kit on the worst of the scratches without being told. Lykos gave him an approving nod. Then he took some of the leftover venison and set it on the cutting board he’d bought. The pot he hung over the fire and added water to before going back to the bag. He took out a couple potatoes, celery, and carrots, then set them by the roast. Then he offered Christophe a knife, hilt first. Cautiously, Christophe took it, then looked at the food. “Dinner?”
“Yes. Make.” He waited a moment as Christophe considered the knife, then nodded when Christophe clearly realized attacking would be stupid. Lykos went back to the lengths of metal he’d brought as Christophe began chopping ingredients and adding them to the pot.