[Pulling his arm over his head, Charles keeps grinding his teeth as Alysia cleans the wound as best she can. He looks down, the ragged edges of the gash looking a ghastly white now the blood is washed off them, a stark contrast to his deeply tanned skin. It crosses through another scar - one of the myriad Charles has collected from childhood. He wouldn't be able to say where it comes from.
Her response makes him let out an amused grunt.] Bottom of the harbor, actually.
[He watches her intently as she moves through his space - he's hardly let any woman do that in the past, besides Anne, and Eleanor. But Alysia sniffs at cups and prepares tea in what passes at his kitchen, and Charles lets her, takes the tankard when she hands it to him, sips at the scalding liquid without a word.
He knows he owes her for this, so the least he can do is be as good a patient as he can.]
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Her response makes him let out an amused grunt.] Bottom of the harbor, actually.
[He watches her intently as she moves through his space - he's hardly let any woman do that in the past, besides Anne, and Eleanor. But Alysia sniffs at cups and prepares tea in what passes at his kitchen, and Charles lets her, takes the tankard when she hands it to him, sips at the scalding liquid without a word.
He knows he owes her for this, so the least he can do is be as good a patient as he can.]
I can deal with some pain, just do it.