@enspelled has written: “ your bandages— you’re bleeding through them. ” from briar, for your seven kingdoms/medieval friendly verse? maybe pre-briar running away, him and his dad came to watch the competition?
There is a firm grip placed on the man's outreaching forearm, and the knight cannot help but feel immediately apologetic as he does. He does not know better, truly. How can one possibly assume one would not want assistance with a difficult wound?
Aye, that's that it is. Difficult, and annoying. His opponent's lance had graced him at such an angle where his mail had been looser than the rest. Perhaps it had been a rookie mistake, not checking himself over for weaker points despite assuring himself that the double chain would hold up. Such was his hubris...
"Apologies, my...lord..?" He stumbles over his honorifics, loosening his grip on the man's arm as he gives him a once-over. Surely he was not a another knight here to compete, or why would he have tucked himself into an opponent's tent? He dressed far too fine for a septon and lacked their holy chain besides, and he had not spotted him amongst the common rank...still, he wore no sigil or coat of arms about him...all Behni could assume was that he placed above him. "I appreciate the concern, but it looks worse than it is, I can assure you...just goes to show what rushed work can do." It did sting quite a bit though, and while he'd mended the worst of it, he couldn't count himself through the ringer yet until it coagulated.
"...But what brings you all the way to me? Couldn't be because my wounds were so poorly patched that you sniffed me out like some noble bloodhound, was it?"
