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He froze, staring at where she stood above him causing him to give a frown at her offer. A god of his stature would take no help of any being under similar circumstances, otherwise would have been a blow to his pride
"I am more than capable of taking care of my own wounds. It is not that bad at all." Came a stubborn hiss as he visibly struggled to sit up, squeezing his eyes closed at the lightheadedness. He gave an irritated growl at another flash of pain on his side, bracing a hand behind himself to keep his position.
"Hardly as bad as the time I had /accidentally/ upset Týr…" Chuckled the god halfheartedly, finally undoing his outer tunic, then the clasps on his breastplate. He allowed all to fall about him, incapable of simply banishing them off and away.
Glancing down, he saw a bloom of darkened crimson on the green of his under tunic. Upon peeling it away was the source of the mess, he covered it with a hand, wary of his company and the effect his blood might have on her.
"Tis a shame that one of your kind was successful enough to land such a blow. Were it not so deep, I believe I would take out a sizable amount of their accompanying lot in compensation." He hissed furiously, not caring for what he was saying.
Marie rolled her eyes and held the warm cloth in her hand. "Don't be a child, I promise it won't hurt a bit." A hand shot out to stabilize him, helping him to sit up. Stubborn God. "At least let me look at it," she grumbled kneeling beside him. Her eyebrow quirked up at that. Seems he was always making the wrong person upset. A laugh bubbled from her throat and she sat beside him on the large bed. "Well, when I find them; you may have your compensation. Until then, allow me to tend your wound." She smiled and put a soft hand upon his wrist