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Grog hates feeling weak. He’s always hated feeling weak. He’s the muscle of the group, he’s built to take hits.
But he shouldn’t kid himself. He’s crazy strong, but he’s not invincible. The pain he feels from his broken leg is proof.
And yet, he powered through it to protect his friends from that dragon… until it broke again. He silently doesn’t like his friends being the ones to help him walk, and yet he’s thankful.
He may not be very smart, but he’s not so stupid that he would overdo it. So he’s thankful that Percy and Vex are helping him as the party limps back to Westruun.
Fighting the dragon was fucking awesome… and scary. The fall he took that resulted in his broken leg was also scary, even with the Titanstone Knuckles helping him survive.
Grog hadn’t felt so weak and broken in a long time, not since the day that Kevdak brutally beat him. Also, when Craven Edge stole his strength. He wouldn’t be alive today if not for Wilhand and Pike. Hell, he wouldn’t be alive today, he realizes, if not for Keyleth using her cool as fuck magic to save him not once but twice against the dragon.
He’s got the bestest buddies he could ever ask for. They might as well be a family, a herd to call his own. He’s got Percy to be the smart one. He’s got his gnome buddies to keep him company. Keyleth and Vex have his back as well, as does Trinket. That bear’s massages are so good. And although he’d be slow to admit it, he can’t help but be impressed with Vax. He’s lucky that he’s got that awesome armor.
He’s lucky to have Vox Machina in his life. These guys are the fucking best.
What’s also the fucking best? A dragon is dead. That leaves those other ones, he lost count a long time ago.
The first thing Grog is gonna do once he’s back in Westruun is to get smashed. Probably enough to be drunk twice over. And then do something that he’s sure that Pike would insist on: sleep. That leg of his is only going to be a problem if left alone, and he doesn’t want Pike to waste her healing glowy hands on it.
“Sleep heals all wounds.” He might have heard that from someone, maybe Wilhand?
Nope. No more thinking. Grog hates thinking. Leave that to Percy and everyone else. He wants drinks and bed rest. He wants to get better quickly so that the next dragon can die.
Besides, he gets bored easily. And no one would like it when he gets bored.