[There’s no escaping Yennefer’s fussing once he’s in her crosshairs. In the days since his initial injury, he’s taken this as truth, and though he still has the tendency to try to wave her off—]
I’m fine. Nothing’s reopened.
[—Stephen’s equally accepted that doing so is a futile effort, because she might as well already have plunged her fingers beneath his clothing, seeking out the state of his wrappings. (Even the Cloak of Levitation seems keen on helping her, holding up the front of his shirt so she can better see. Traitor, he thinks.) He sighs, though, quickly letting go of any resistance, dropping his arms to his side with a heaving sigh.
Yennefer will find that some of the bandages have come undone from the sudden strain against them during their little monster fight, but Stephen’s initial assessment is correct: there are no deep, crimson stains to suggest a reopening of the wound.
The little sandpiper hops from his shoulder to hers. He watches it idly, having forgotten about the little creature in the heat of the moment.]
Smells great. [That’s sarcasm. The carcass of that sea monster… thing is already wafting in his direction, catching in his nostrils.] We could probably take some of the meat back. Might be a delicacy to some.
[As though he has room to judge, given some of the wiggly, slimy things tucked away in one of the Sanctum’s fridges back home. Anyway, he raises the thaumametor, still clutched in one hand.]
Since we’ve dealt with our wanted guest, I can set this up again if someone else goes and rounds up the horses.
[The latter task sounds far too exhausting to him.]
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I’m fine. Nothing’s reopened.
[—Stephen’s equally accepted that doing so is a futile effort, because she might as well already have plunged her fingers beneath his clothing, seeking out the state of his wrappings. (Even the Cloak of Levitation seems keen on helping her, holding up the front of his shirt so she can better see. Traitor, he thinks.) He sighs, though, quickly letting go of any resistance, dropping his arms to his side with a heaving sigh.
Yennefer will find that some of the bandages have come undone from the sudden strain against them during their little monster fight, but Stephen’s initial assessment is correct: there are no deep, crimson stains to suggest a reopening of the wound.
The little sandpiper hops from his shoulder to hers. He watches it idly, having forgotten about the little creature in the heat of the moment.]
Smells great. [That’s sarcasm. The carcass of that sea monster… thing is already wafting in his direction, catching in his nostrils.] We could probably take some of the meat back. Might be a delicacy to some.
[As though he has room to judge, given some of the wiggly, slimy things tucked away in one of the Sanctum’s fridges back home. Anyway, he raises the thaumametor, still clutched in one hand.]
Since we’ve dealt with our wanted guest, I can set this up again if someone else goes and rounds up the horses.
[The latter task sounds far too exhausting to him.]