[ In truth, he was not expecting her to appear with supplies. A knit marks his brows, one that could almost be mistaken for wariness but is simply—a vague sense of bafflement. Julie's already wrapped him up and that's a hell of a lot more than he'd been looking for when he came to her for help. He'd only thought of a place for the night, where he could pass out in relative safety and not in the middle of the town square. ]
I've been better. [ He watches her approach. Has Julie filled her in? He only half-recalls what he told Julie last night. Not much, he thinks. Enough, though. ] You're prepared.
[ Just an observation. Not everyone has a tray as filled as hers. The herbs smell powerful, but not unpleasant. He recognizes most of them; he's scrounged in the woods for similar when he was crawling through, in his own rough attempts to soothe his wounds so he could keep going. Other than that and a couple of cauterized gashes too deep to leave bleeding freely, none of it's been taken care of until he stepped through those doors.
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I've been better. [ He watches her approach. Has Julie filled her in? He only half-recalls what he told Julie last night. Not much, he thinks. Enough, though. ] You're prepared.
[ Just an observation. Not everyone has a tray as filled as hers. The herbs smell powerful, but not unpleasant. He recognizes most of them; he's scrounged in the woods for similar when he was crawling through, in his own rough attempts to soothe his wounds so he could keep going. Other than that and a couple of cauterized gashes too deep to leave bleeding freely, none of it's been taken care of until he stepped through those doors.
At least he's hard to kill. ]