"Ooh!"

He yelps out, masking a grimace ineffectively. It was useless. It's going to hurt. They both knew it. Yet he follows it up with a laugh like it was nothing, and quickly goes to brushing it off as well as he can. They've had worst. At least this time, they have a chance to treat the injury immediately. And with her, he could be in no better hands.

Well, except a healer's.

"Oh, you know those sneaky magical traps! One word and they snap! Very sensitive fellows." Alistair's exhaled shakily and sharp inhale passes as soon as the initial sting is over. The elfroot seeped into the wound and he sighed as relieve finally came. He leaned back to his elbows and his eyes fell on her face again.

"Don't you worry. The blood lost won't get me. Not when my love commands it so." He smiled fondly, perhaps too fondly, but his voice boomed as a show of vitality. A convincing act, if it weren't for the loopy smile on his face.

"This is completely unrelated to the amount of my blood that's on the ground, so please don't take this the wrong way especially with my very injured leg in your hands- You. You are a stunning woman. Have I told you that? I hope I have."