[Even doubled over, he sees now what was inside the box. Simple first aid. He's in too much pain to hide his shock, blinking a few times. She was going to bandage him up? What?]
I don't need you to talk down to me from that perch you're sitting on.
[He's mad, but more mad at his own incapability than at her in this moment. His mind is still boggled. But he needs a minute, to recuperate from that blow. Finally, he steps over, sitting on the bed as instructed, but not without a glare.]
Fine.
[He unclips his banner from his chest, slowly edging the jacket off of him. It's painful to do even that, but he manages, throwing it on the floor in front of them and doing the same with the red undershirt. Wounds cover his upper body, blood dripping down that's stained his shirt, revealing all sorts of scars from the many years of battle.]
no subject
I don't need you to talk down to me from that perch you're sitting on.
[He's mad, but more mad at his own incapability than at her in this moment. His mind is still boggled. But he needs a minute, to recuperate from that blow. Finally, he steps over, sitting on the bed as instructed, but not without a glare.]
Fine.
[He unclips his banner from his chest, slowly edging the jacket off of him. It's painful to do even that, but he manages, throwing it on the floor in front of them and doing the same with the red undershirt. Wounds cover his upper body, blood dripping down that's stained his shirt, revealing all sorts of scars from the many years of battle.]