#whiteloyalty

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@whiteloyalty

“…”

He looked down at himself, just now noticing the blood splattered across his coat. Yun would be angry, but at least his coat was a dark color. It would be easier to wash out than the cloaks they sometimes wore in towns.

“Not mine,” he said, hoping to ease any concern Kija may feel for his well-being. “There were bandits.” And there weren’t bandits anymore. That was all there was to it.

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“… thank you.”

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There wasn’t much Shin-ah could do as he was draped limply across his brother’s shoulders, being more dragged than carried back to their camp. Yes, Shin-ah knew he was definitely pushing his limits, something he was doing more and more each battle. But each battle was getting more intense, and if he didn’t push himself, someone was going to wind up hurt. Shin-ah didn’t want anyone in his family to be hurt just because he didn’t give it everything he possibly had.

He still felt fairly reprimanded anyway, with the concern he could hear in Kija’s voice piercing through him like an arrow.

… Well… Shin-ah didn’t have anything to talk about either. So… if Kija didn’t want to talk… And Shin-ah wasn’t going to talk… Then they could just sit and enjoy the weather, he supposed.