Well, it isn't that mysterious or anything-- I remember we were in a fight. Big bastard. Name of Lorenzo. He'd nicked me at some point, I'm sure. Can't remember too much beyond that, but the others are apparently more up to date than I am. Somehow. Don't really know how that works.
'Course, of course, would never deny you the chance to look.
[Heading off to go find a seat somewhere? Maybe just the middle of the cafeteria. It's fine. Who cares. He'll pull off his coat at least, and just drop the linen shirt off of his shoulders - it isn't like it covers much anyway.
As it is, the wound is ... it's kinda gnarly. A couple inches long just off to the side of his chest. Like something was stabbed and twisted in there. But it's mostly healed. Scabbed over, by this point.]
[ Otome examines it critically, mapping out the fringes of the wound with just the pads of her fingers. It's... definitely not a clean injury. There must have been a ton of tissue and muscle damage, just from the looks of it, and... ]
I don't know how deeply the weapon went in, but that you're moving about now is a little surprising. Especially if it's recent.
The scabbing is a promising sign, at least. Does it ache at all? Do sudden movements aggravate it?
[He sticks his arm out and moves it around to prove that he can. It's a little stuff, probably, but he's got a very high pain tolerance.]
Can't say it's been the most comfortable I've ever felt, but, like I said, had worse. 'Side - the other two didn't seem that concerned about it. Long as I'm up, it'll be alright.
Yes, well, this charming friend would also be poking and prodding and possibly wrapping uncomfortably tight bandages around you, so not entirely pleasant.
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[ Uh, should she also be checking him for a concussion ]
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Well, it isn't that mysterious or anything-- I remember we were in a fight. Big bastard. Name of Lorenzo. He'd nicked me at some point, I'm sure. Can't remember too much beyond that, but the others are apparently more up to date than I am. Somehow. Don't really know how that works.
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[ She looks a little mystified, but nods anyway. ]
I've known stranger things to happen. For now, let's get a look at that wound of yours and then you should be able to report back to your friends.
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Great, great. So, sitting down you said, yeah?
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[Heading off to go find a seat somewhere? Maybe just the middle of the cafeteria. It's fine. Who cares. He'll pull off his coat at least, and just drop the linen shirt off of his shoulders - it isn't like it covers much anyway.
As it is, the wound is ... it's kinda gnarly. A couple inches long just off to the side of his chest. Like something was stabbed and twisted in there. But it's mostly healed. Scabbed over, by this point.]
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I don't know how deeply the weapon went in, but that you're moving about now is a little surprising. Especially if it's recent.
The scabbing is a promising sign, at least. Does it ache at all? Do sudden movements aggravate it?
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Can't say it's been the most comfortable I've ever felt, but, like I said, had worse. 'Side - the other two didn't seem that concerned about it. Long as I'm up, it'll be alright.
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Is that fair?
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[ ... she says so cheerfully. ]
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Please, you're still making it sound so tempting.
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[ If Molly is into being doctored, who is she to judge? ]