@withpcnache asked: 'I'm fine. It was barely a scratch….you worry too much. It's adorable though.' - Ellarin to Emmrich
'But the fact remains that you were injured.'
The severity of said wound was deeply understated, long fingers sorting through medical tools more often used on the dead. Sterilization, turning to pour water into a bowl only to find that Manfred was already doing so. Oh... It was so nice to see him put into practice the skills that Emmerich had taken time to painstakingly teach. He hadn't even had to ask!
'And instead of having young Ms. Harding apply her healing touch you decided to wander about with an oozing wound that could have attracted all sorts of nasty creatures that would delight in nothing more tha-'
Lips pressed together, nostrils flaring briefly as he forced himself to stifle the tirade. Ellarin was a grown elf, he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself without Emmerich's nattering. And if his look took time to warm it was because concern choked him, stress strangled him. The idea of losing the charming fool was too much to bear.
'Please don't wait until you've returned to have your wounds looked after. For me, darling.'














