[ He'll believe that, after seeing her in action robbing him and stealing one of those balls from right under his nose. Toreth grunts noncommittally, quiet as he -- surprisingly gently -- takes her wrist in his hand, thumb rubbing over her skin to check the injury and where it might be swelling. It'll be a lot easier if the bones are all in alignment and it's a clean break -- he isn't too confident in his ability to realign it without it being an incredibly painful process, and even then, he'd only be willing to go for a closed reduction. ]
Christ, I'll never understand you types. It's fucking nice being on the right side of the law, you know? Less of this. [ It's said fairly conversationally. ]
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Christ, I'll never understand you types. It's fucking nice being on the right side of the law, you know? Less of this. [ It's said fairly conversationally. ]