@solidsolidus asked:
" hey, look at me. i don't care. not payed to do that. are you okay ? ", the Halforc turned her head away just so slightly to hide that she was wrinkling her nose over the scent of blood stitching, stitching, stitching digustingly sharp into her much too keen nose. Leaning on her spear Mar nodded to the nearby well: " you're bleeding. let's get you cleaned up."
THE LACK OF caring was not an issue to Aldric in the same way that it would have been for post people. If anything, he hardly cared that she didn't. There were far bigger things for him to worry about when it came right down to it. And he was far more used to having to care for himself.
"I'm fine." Aldric let out, his voice a touch strained as his weight shifted to take some pressure off his injured leg. And he would be fine. Of course he would be. But still, his eyes wandered over to the well that was brought to attention and let out a sigh. Cleaning everything would be a good idea even if he didn't want to admit that much.
He wandered over to it, not quite fully limping but just enough to make him slower than usual. "Are you always this insistent? I don't even think I'm hurt that badly."
