*Victor had been sitting alone in the training grounds long enough for the dust to settle and sunset to start painting the sky. The training sword he was using earlier is now resting nearby along with a bow. Rather than using them, he's staring ahead. Every other breath he flexes a hand that's wrapped in bandages. He can still feel the warm ghost of Vern's fingers from when he tended the wound. Victor is berating himself over the incident slightly under his breath.*
Idiot.... right in the middle of....... what's the point?!
*He absently slams his injured hand against the training wall. Ice and frost spiral out from the contact, unraveling the bandages. They should definitely still be in place.*
I can't even..... HOW am I supposed to...
@hello-from-nrc-infirmary
ooc// I had a thought after seeing the response about Wuzhi wanting to help Victor and seeing the prompt requests (I hope that's okay)
[Wuzhi had been standing some distance away, with a…slightly shocked expression on her face. She had been training earlier, just returning from it.]
“…that was rough.”
[…great choice of words, Wuzhi…idiot.]
