Raistlin can see that Guts doesn't appear terribly hurt, but that doesn't mean he's not. Big men, particularly warriors, often downplay or ignore injury. Machismo, or something like it. Raistlin, as an asthmatic nerd with over 9000 allergies, has never had the luxury of assuming he'll bounce back.
The lack of sleep doesn't bother Raistlin. He hates sleep: it steals hours of his life in useless rumination, when he could be doing something productive.
While Guts is gathering wood for the fire, Raistlin goes through his pouches. He doesn't have much - his little knife, the herbs for his cough, some wound ointment, no bandages, the tin mug he uses for tea. Better fill that with water to boil. He doesn't see anything else usable for the purpose. And fetch a rock from the stream to boil it on, while he's there. If he's lucky there'll be watercress and cattail as well, something edible. Maybe even fish worth catching.
no subject
The lack of sleep doesn't bother Raistlin. He hates sleep: it steals hours of his life in useless rumination, when he could be doing something productive.
While Guts is gathering wood for the fire, Raistlin goes through his pouches. He doesn't have much - his little knife, the herbs for his cough, some wound ointment, no bandages, the tin mug he uses for tea. Better fill that with water to boil. He doesn't see anything else usable for the purpose. And fetch a rock from the stream to boil it on, while he's there. If he's lucky there'll be watercress and cattail as well, something edible. Maybe even fish worth catching.
He gets to it.