[Viktor pulls back immediately, wanting to give her some space. He's cleaned himself up and done a cursory dressing of his own wounds, but seeing how throughly exhausted she was, didn't press her to do anything before she fell asleep. Now, however, it seems almost negligent if he doesn't at least try to get her to eat something.]
Sorry.
[He withdraws to one of the chairs, moving gingerly on a wooden crutch that the tavern owner was able to borrow from the local apothecary.]
I brought it up from downstairs. I wanted to offer. [Plus, he thinks they could both use it. There are many questions he could ask, of course, but he knows she's on edge and he doesn't want to press the issue until she's ready.] We don't have to talk about it.
no subject
Sorry.
[He withdraws to one of the chairs, moving gingerly on a wooden crutch that the tavern owner was able to borrow from the local apothecary.]
I brought it up from downstairs. I wanted to offer. [Plus, he thinks they could both use it. There are many questions he could ask, of course, but he knows she's on edge and he doesn't want to press the issue until she's ready.] We don't have to talk about it.