As he laid against the floor, Felix could still feel the stinging pain on his back. Though it wasn't fatal, the feel of his clothing rubbing against the wounds was more than enough of the reminder of his encounter with the beast the previous day. He could barely manage to walk properly, and though he had a rough time stumbling out, it was all he could do to try to stand the pain for long enough to return the cart and say that he had finished.
The rest of the night was less than pleasant as well. Despite his injuries, he was expected to do his other usual duties. Fortunately for him, they weren't too straining, but it was still difficult to clean his master's clothing or even run from room to room with the constant reminder of his encounter burning his back.
He swallowed as he slowly rubbed his fingers over the wounds. At least they wasn't bleeding at that point, but though the dragon didn't actively try to scratch him, it was quite clear that its scales had managed to do that much. He did his best to try to fall asleep laying on his front side, uncomfortably shifting as he closed his eyes. It was difficult to tell how long it would be before he would be able to rest again with the wounds still fresh on his back.
Even when he was asleep, it did nothing to relieve him. In the dark, every slight light reminded him of the dragon's eyes staring at him, of its scales flashing as they rushed towards him the moment he turned away. As his eyes closed, his ears made the sensations worse, every stray breeze reminding him of the dragon's growl, of its heavy breathing when he was close to it.
His dreams were haunted by those sounds even as he did his best to shut everything out. No matter where he ran, he always seemed to stumble into the beast, its ferocity never giving him a break, pushing and throwing him around so easily even as he tried to escape. Even as he tried to run, a claw always managed to grab onto him, to drag him back.
It was impossible to get away. And despite it all, he didn't know why he could even stand it. The dragon was toying with him, but he still was in one piece. He tried to figure out why he would be, even his mouth opening to ask. "Why are you-"
His sentence never finished. He was thrown too quickly, the dragon's maw opening as he found himself tumbling towards it, teeth bared towards him as it opened...
"Wake up, slave!"
He gasped as he rolled over, a sharp stinging on his back dragging him out of his dream and back into reality as he looked up. One of the men was already glaring at Felix, looking as if he'd be punished if he didn't quickly get up.
"It's morning. You're to continue to feed the dragon right after sunrise."
"What? But... It just injured-"
"Your own mistake got you your injury. It's no excuse to stop doing your job. Or would you prefer we throw your meals to the dragon instead?"
Though he grimaced a bit as he tried to stand, Felix just quietly nodded, his head held down as he quietly walked towards the prison. He did his best to try to keep himself steady, but the pain combined with his worry did little to relieve him.
He wordlessly reached the cart, and as he tried to ask for it, his throat seemed far too dry to ask for it. When he received it, he got a better look at what he was giving, his mind oddly registering the fact that most of its food was meat, and was a lot better than what the slaves would get. It felt a bit odd for him to know that an untamed treatment might be getting better treatment than most people in the castle got.
When he took the cart and reached the cell's door, he swallowed. Although he didn't know if it was safe, there didn't seem to be much of an alternative. However, he kept his eyes open this time around, determined not to end up with another injury.