Sunhammer reparation (anthro, NSFW)

@Kratek  
(Relax, I used to do this as a kid)
 
The rat digs its claws in, then uses a handpaw to push the pony up before making to climb up afterwards, using its arms and upper body strength to climb up. Hopefully fleas weren’t transferred from rat to pone D:  
The knight notices the area is more open and the air more fresh. He can hear something not far away. The skaven doesn’t seem able to hear it yet, a bit too busy with the climb up.

@HatOfDisguise  
As they gain purchase on ample ledge to rest on during the climb, the skaven hears the noise as well.
 
“…It’s a little late to ask, but you never happened to see a glowing orb-stone anywhere, did you?”

@Kratek  
“Er…no? If is important…we can go back and look…ooh, I hear someone. Smells skaven…smells…hmm…metal, yes-yes. Is rock-stone important?”

@HatOfDisguise  
“Nah, forget about it… though I feel I should be hiding from your kin.”

@Kratek  
It’s more cramped than desirable- unless of course one likes being in close proximity to a skaven. “Hmm…Lots of metal. Warlord or engineer…egh…either could die-die. Warlord stupid. Engineers conniving. Whoever it is…will leave or die-die, yes-yes. We go higher, or sleep here? Can smell surface grass.”

@HatOfDisguise  
“If they can’t smell me, I suppose we could rest here for a while until they leave. See what happens…(The Thing [10/10] Movie CLIP - Why Don’t We Wait Here, See What Happens [1982] HD)

@Kratek  
It nods and leans back, even though its armor isn’t going to let it get very comfy. It seems tired. “I thinks…even if they could smell you…they wouldn’t come down here…too much work, yes-yes?”

(Quick recap?

@Jinx  
(Kratek didn’t come back and seems to not have died because his magic rock didn’t come back.)
 
(On Kratek’s end of things, he escaped with a stormvermin, and knightboi lost his magic rock.)
 
(Kratek said it better below)

_{(rat and knight crawling out of collapsed cave but waiting for sunrise, emperor’s entourage realizing knight is alive but mia)}
 
@HatOfDisguise  
“Not sure if it’s offensive to say, but that profound odor you’re carrying might even be hiding me from them, if they aren’t keen though on checking for one of their own wounded kith, of course.”

@Kratek  
“Perish the thought,” it says in mocking of how some pony-things speak. “But skaven are good at smell. Not clue what pony-things think skaven smell like, but we can smell lots about each other.”

@HatOfDisguise  
“I’m sure… How’s that wound of yours faring?”

@Kratek  
“Climb made worse,” it hesitantly admits. “…Will fix-fix it later.” Judging by the fact he could smell blood amongst the rat’s terrible odor, it could be doing better.

@HatOfDisguise  
Unable to stand the thought or olfactory traits of bronze and copper ware from now on, the knight passes over a small canteen, along with a handful of unraveled stretchy clean fabric originally purposed as fire tender.

@Kratek  
‘Tis just the strong combined smell of wet fur, tobacco, blood, unwashed rat, and a few other strange scents. Can’t be that bad :D
 
It looks at the items in his hands with confusion. “…Thank-thank, but keep your cloth and poison,” it says slowly, unsurely. It inches away slightly, though it can’t get very far, because there’s a ledge’s edge right there.

@HatOfDisguise  
“Suit yourself, skaven.” The knight pockets away the fabric, then takes a swig of the canteen.  
_{(I haeb 2 slep… ^o_0)}

@Kratek  
“…Why you come all this way to die-die with poison?” Confusion nigh drips from its voice. Ah, it means literal poison.
 
(Rest well, Scooter)

@HatOfDisguise  

 
“…if that injury of yours hasn’t clotted for this long, perhaps you should at least try binding it.”

@Kratek  
It sighs with a little frustration and plenty of dread. The semi-tattered shoulder cape and scratched-up(but surprisingly intact) cuirass are removed. Its once red paint had faded in the few places where it hadn’t been completely scratched-off. On the rat’s furred body are some cloth wrappings that had, at one time, been tied tightly, but have since come loose, and now merely soak-up what red fluid meets them and holding in darker dried bits. They are removed, revealing a wound on his left side that looks like it’d been caused by a blade, a blade much unlike the sharp rock wedged in there.  
Some hissing and hateful squeaks later, the rock is out and the wrappings are tightly reapplied, rotated this time around to allow for more soaking.  
“Does this ‘sate’ you?” it asks, resting an arm on its removed cuirass, its head turned to look at the knight.

@HatOfDisguise  
“If you’ve been bleeding that profusely for so long,”
 
The knight holds a dagger on the flame of a half-melted candle, causing smears of soot to form on the blade.
 
“…then it may be best to cauterize.”

@Kratek  
“Wh-huh? Is pony-thing trying to scare-scare Queek?” Judging by the tone, it’s working.
 
(Hold up- I has photos 4 u)  
(Armor looks a bit like this and/or this, mayhaps a fair bit like this in some aspects like the helm, leg armor, etc., but not the body armor )  
(check Discord, maybe)

@HatOfDisguise  
“Well, if it’s getting your heart to pace faster, which isn’t ideal for that amount of bleeding, I’ll leave the option alone for yourself to decide, but I will say that you should for an injury as grievous as that.”

@Kratek  
“…Greev…griev…grief…?” It shakes its head. “Egh…hate heat like small rats do. Will…trust pony-thing,” it says slowly, its hand paws hesitantly moving the wrappings out from the way.

@HatOfDisguise  
Looks at the now red-glowing flat side of the dagger’s blade, pondering for a few moments.
 
“…how prone are your kind to disease?”

@Kratek  
He rotates his seated position a bit to face the pony, unintentionally trapping/pinning himself. “Huh…? Very; plague priest said I be healthy. Sounded bad. Dunno what symphtoms of ‘healthy’ is, though.”