He's a little bloodied and worse for wear, but the excitement in his eyes is undeniable. It's like a kid being let loose in a candy store.
❝ Marina! I saw a Rajang. ❞
Marina adjusted her grip on her whetstone, then dragged it across a lengthy, ice-cold blade with the distinct sound of metal being scraped. She did not bother pretending to be shocked since Guild reports indicated a Rajang prowling in the area. It was why she was sent out to begin with, after all. Neither did she pretend to be concerned for his wellbeing.
This man, Professor Friede... to say he was strange, or 'eccentric' if Marina was being nice for once, would have been an understatement. Lively to an obnoxious degree, courageous to the point of bordering on recklessness, he actually reminded her a lot of Venalos' own scholars and researchers. In all honesty, she had little respect for them. After all, there was no benefit to be had in potentially throwing one's life away just to figure out what an up-jumped murder monkey's favourite place to scratch its butt on was.
However, Friede was easy to talk to (and even easier to look at), so for now she gave him a pass.
"Come here," she ordered, replacing her tool and weapon with a small medical kit, "I'll get you patched up."
She did not pretend to be concerned for his wellbeing, sure... However, that did not mean she was about to risk him keeling over and dying from some sort of infection. Marina would at the very least clean up his injuries, even if only minor, if he let her.