"That's me, the bleeding man you have in your camp!"
He bursted into nervous laugh, pinched an octave higher from the pain. His childhood was riddled with chantry mothers and sisters scolding him to be quiet, calm down, shut up and stay still. But his name from her lips, her voice carried from her heart, it does the trick better than any chantry enforcer can at settling his nerves.
His face softened from the grimace he held and he smiled, or tried to, to eject the concern from her and reassure her that he's alright. "I would say you're a lovely sight or something equally romantic and foolhardy but you always are! I figure you might be tired of listening to me prattle. But that elfroot is looking quite alright. You think you can spare your ridiculously obsessive collection for me, my dear?"
Alistair reached out and gestured at the mangled metal spiky trap that laid next to him. "Now, doesn't that sound a lot better than help, I got hurt while you were away."
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He bursted into nervous laugh, pinched an octave higher from the pain. His childhood was riddled with chantry mothers and sisters scolding him to be quiet, calm down, shut up and stay still. But his name from her lips, her voice carried from her heart, it does the trick better than any chantry enforcer can at settling his nerves.
His face softened from the grimace he held and he smiled, or tried to, to eject the concern from her and reassure her that he's alright. "I would say you're a lovely sight or something equally romantic and foolhardy but you always are! I figure you might be tired of listening to me prattle. But that elfroot is looking quite alright. You think you can spare your ridiculously obsessive collection for me, my dear?"
Alistair reached out and gestured at the mangled metal spiky trap that laid next to him. "Now, doesn't that sound a lot better than help, I got hurt while you were away."