[ Mm. That's roughly the reaction he expects. He can't see it, but it feels...not nice. He glances over his shoulder. Considers what she's starting to put together, from all the things he isn't saying. In a sense, the injuries weigh on him the least. They all heal sooner or later.
Perhaps it's for the best not all of his wounds are visible. ]
It doesn't matter for me. [ In the same way he cannot fall ill, his wounds almost never spread into his bloodstream. The worst of it just needs to be closed up. ] I stopped by a river.
[ He'd made some attempt to clean the blood off, largely to keep it from sticking and pulling against his skin. He's lucky he didn't run into anything in the woods—thinks the winter helped, with most animals and beasts hibernating from the oncoming frost. ]
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Perhaps it's for the best not all of his wounds are visible. ]
It doesn't matter for me. [ In the same way he cannot fall ill, his wounds almost never spread into his bloodstream. The worst of it just needs to be closed up. ] I stopped by a river.
[ He'd made some attempt to clean the blood off, largely to keep it from sticking and pulling against his skin. He's lucky he didn't run into anything in the woods—thinks the winter helped, with most animals and beasts hibernating from the oncoming frost. ]