[ His movements are stiff as he dries himself off; pulling on the loose trousers aren't any better. He manages in the end—though he gives in when it comes to the shirt. Lets Jaskier help slip his arms into it. His arm is aflame, and somehow the sharp ache has travelled up his shoulder.
He scoffs. ] I've only been missing twice.
[ Which is more than once, but—he's fine. Alive. Never mind his earlier...
He's fine.
He grips the edge of the bed when they reach it, easing himself back onto the mattress with a grunt. His hair hangs damp over his shoulders. At least it's clean—no longer grimy with blood and dirt and sweat.
The short journey has worn him out. He can feel his eyes slipping shut. ]
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He scoffs. ] I've only been missing twice.
[ Which is more than once, but—he's fine. Alive. Never mind his earlier...
He's fine.
He grips the edge of the bed when they reach it, easing himself back onto the mattress with a grunt. His hair hangs damp over his shoulders. At least it's clean—no longer grimy with blood and dirt and sweat.
The short journey has worn him out. He can feel his eyes slipping shut. ]