[ Sweet. That would've pulled a look of disdain from him if it had been under different circumstances, but seeing as it's Fiona he simply stares impassively before stepping back to let her out, seemingly unfazed by their little collision. He pretends she didn't even say the word. ]
Drink's by the first aid kit.
[ Toreth eyes the shirt on her for a few seconds. It's practically like a dress, but that's what happens when you're about 6'4" -- your clothes become fucking pyjamas on people. ]
You don't look that bad. [ He's referring to her injuries. Now that all the excess blood -- not her blood -- has been cleaned away, she looks a lot better off, even if the bruises have become more pronounced. ]
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Drink's by the first aid kit.
[ Toreth eyes the shirt on her for a few seconds. It's practically like a dress, but that's what happens when you're about 6'4" -- your clothes become fucking pyjamas on people. ]
You don't look that bad. [ He's referring to her injuries. Now that all the excess blood -- not her blood -- has been cleaned away, she looks a lot better off, even if the bruises have become more pronounced. ]