[A muscle in his cheek jumped at the jabbing, but he remained perfectly still otherwise. Toreth was doing him a favour, so he let the roughness slide and actually did his best not to enjoy the slide and tug of flesh being drawn together with the needle and thread. His breathing was even and despite the flares of pain, his eyes half closed.]
I'll do my best, but I make no guarantees. A little pain goes a long way.
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I'll do my best, but I make no guarantees. A little pain goes a long way.