[Her easy agreement comes as a relief - Charles honestly did not wish to have to deal with the ugly gash in his side by himself. Many other men weaker than him wouldn't be walking with such a wound, but necessity and desperation are mother to many of his actions. At least, he can tell himself the man who slashed him is not going to try and finish the job, as he is currently living at the bottom of the sea bed.
Charles grits his teeth some more, the words coming with difficulty to him.] Thank you.
[Pushing himself off of the wall, he hands her back the wrap of medicinal herbs, along with some coin to cover it. He's not going to indebt himself to her any further than he already has to.]
They will be.
[His lodgings are not much more than a shack in the shantytown by the harbor, but it has the merit of being relatively clean, and well-furnished, for what it is. And with his growing reputation, Charles is not worried about burglaries or unwanted visitors. It's more than adequate.
As she pays, Charles turns on his heel, leaning against the door of the shop before he starts leading her down the street to the slightly seedier part of town, near the harbor. He walks slow, but deliberately keeps a hand at his sabre, making extremely clear that anyone willing to try and talk to the lady at his side is also willing to taste steel.]
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Charles grits his teeth some more, the words coming with difficulty to him.] Thank you.
[Pushing himself off of the wall, he hands her back the wrap of medicinal herbs, along with some coin to cover it. He's not going to indebt himself to her any further than he already has to.]
They will be.
[His lodgings are not much more than a shack in the shantytown by the harbor, but it has the merit of being relatively clean, and well-furnished, for what it is. And with his growing reputation, Charles is not worried about burglaries or unwanted visitors. It's more than adequate.
As she pays, Charles turns on his heel, leaning against the door of the shop before he starts leading her down the street to the slightly seedier part of town, near the harbor. He walks slow, but deliberately keeps a hand at his sabre, making extremely clear that anyone willing to try and talk to the lady at his side is also willing to taste steel.]