[[Trololololol. Ookies. :3]]

Vert took the bandages, and rolled up his grimy trouser leg to wrap the cloth material around it. That painful procedure donw, he slipped his trousers back down and wandered over to the side of the wall, where he would sit and stare blankly into space for a few hours before falling asleep.

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The next morning, he awoke with the rising sun, and stood up, using the barn wall as an aid. He scowled down at his legs. His left was still just as painful, and his right was aching from the over-use of the day before. Ah well. Leaning against the wall, he slumped back into a sitting position, fiddling with his hands while waiting for everyone else to wake. His whip-like tail was twitching as he thought over what the other Montecko had said. So, his objective was to not screw up... and not talk t Fremmed? That one... would be more difficult. For some reason, whilest around that young human, Vert liked to talk more than usual. It was... strange.

Vert glanced up as Fremmed pushed open the door. Standing up, leaning heavily against the wall for a moment, hegreeted his young master. ''Good morning, Fremmed.'' He said politely, although he didn't see the point. May as well say it anyway, he decided. Just in case.

''Where're the seeds?'' He asked, figuring he'd be shown where they were anyway.

[[Trolololol. Sure. :3]]

Vert eventually moved away from the patch of dirt, after deciding that there was, indeed, nothing there. For another few hours, he did the weeding and watering of all the patches, and, leg aching, he finally finished. All that was left to do now was revive the dead plants. There were more dead plants in the garden than he expected, and it drained him more than he would've liked. He began feeling ill, but there were still one or two plants left that needed reviving, and then he'd be done.

Vert glanced up from what he was doing to see Fremmed and a girl- presumably his sister- sat on a bench and drinking water. He was thirsty, but as Fremmed refused to aknowledge him or say anything, and he had yet to finish reviving the plants, he didn't bother asking for a drink. Instead, he cupped his hands over a small plant with leaves that had turned brown, and began murmuring sotly under his breath. It wasn't necessary to speak while reviving, but he found it helped.

His glowing green eyes lit up even brighter, and his hands appeared to have an incredibly faint, barely visible green hue to them. As his life energy began pouring out of him and into the shrivelled plant- for, that was how reviving was done- he began to feel even worse. It wasn't normal, for him to be so drained just reviving plants. After about a minute, the plant was a bright green and healthy, although Vert looked far from healthy. He closed his eyes a moment, and he fell backwards onto his rear, his head tipped forward slightly.