Like I broke my arm, [ Claude says bluntly, raising his other arm up so that he can wipe at the tear tracks staining his cheeks. Normally crying about something isn't anything he'd be caught doing, creature of pride that he is... but he'd dare anyone with a broken arm not to cry about it, or to shout out in discomfort as he had. His tolerance for pain isn't so immense as all that.
But he is grateful. Horrid gossip though the lady Ethlyn may be, she was well within her rights to abandon him to this foolish task, to sprint away when he fell, to shove this problem into somebody else's lap. Instead she stayed, kept him company in that no-nonsense sort of way, tended to him the best she could. He sucks in a breath between his teeth, trying to keep some clarity of mind. ]
...but it feels like it should hold. [ The widow, a medic. Who knew? ] Thank you, Ethlyn. Really.
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But he is grateful. Horrid gossip though the lady Ethlyn may be, she was well within her rights to abandon him to this foolish task, to sprint away when he fell, to shove this problem into somebody else's lap. Instead she stayed, kept him company in that no-nonsense sort of way, tended to him the best she could. He sucks in a breath between his teeth, trying to keep some clarity of mind. ]
...but it feels like it should hold. [ The widow, a medic. Who knew? ] Thank you, Ethlyn. Really.