baronessed asked: " oh, i get it. i can stitch you up and let you get blood all over my bed sheets until the cows come home, but heaven forbid i start to ask questions about why you're bleeding in the first place. " ( for vax ! )
"come now, sister, it is not that serious." tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth as he carefully sits himself up, hand gently pressed against his side. gaze flickers over to his sister, watching her pace back and forth as she cleans the mess made in the chaos of him stumbling into the room. he contemplates telling her a little fib, but knows she's going to find out the truth sooner or later.
"i was drinking with grog and scanlan," he starts, letting out a soft breath before he hiccups. he hoped he looked cool, as if he wasn't in pain— as if he didn't have any regrets. "and then we went for a walk." lips press into a thin line as his gaze trails off to the side, avoiding hers at all costs. "and they may have dared me to slap the ass of an animal without being caught. and it would have been fine if scanlan and grog weren't cheering me on. the praise was nice, though." he clears his throat.
"long story short— the farmer came out and threw something sharp. we didn't stick around to find out what it was, and i didn't realize how bad it was until i came upstairs." he chances a glance at her, flashing her a smile.









