[ Where she puts him, that's where he all but collapses. There's a second where he blinks and then she's on the floor tugging on one of his boots, and he doesn't remember seeing her move towards him. He reaches down with a wince to loosen the buckles on the other boot, if only because he's certain he'll pass out if he sits still. Hard to know how well his fingers work, though.
He should tell her he's fine, that she can just leave him here. He'll wake up eventually, put himself together one way or another. Probably. But he feels like shit and even for him, the word fine is too blatantly untrue to put out there. ]
Thorne. [ He lifts his shirt gingerly. It's not the first time he's tried to take stock of his wounds; a couple look recently cauterized—not ideal, but he had zero supplies and only his Signs to get by. Seemed the simplest option to keep from bleeding.
Fuck, he needs a nap. And were his head on straight, he'd have realized it ten minutes ago—but it takes him until now to put it all together, between the empty downstairs, that he does not recall her paying anyone, the scent in the air. This room is not just a room in a nearby tavern. It's hers. Hers and someone else's. ]
I don't need long. [ It's impossible to say if Thorne will care to come for him. He doesn't feel like risking it when it involves someone else in their own damn home. ] Just a few hours.
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He should tell her he's fine, that she can just leave him here. He'll wake up eventually, put himself together one way or another. Probably. But he feels like shit and even for him, the word fine is too blatantly untrue to put out there. ]
Thorne. [ He lifts his shirt gingerly. It's not the first time he's tried to take stock of his wounds; a couple look recently cauterized—not ideal, but he had zero supplies and only his Signs to get by. Seemed the simplest option to keep from bleeding.
Fuck, he needs a nap. And were his head on straight, he'd have realized it ten minutes ago—but it takes him until now to put it all together, between the empty downstairs, that he does not recall her paying anyone, the scent in the air. This room is not just a room in a nearby tavern. It's hers. Hers and someone else's. ]
I don't need long. [ It's impossible to say if Thorne will care to come for him. He doesn't feel like risking it when it involves someone else in their own damn home. ] Just a few hours.