"Are you hurt? Feral ghouls can be nasty when they catch you unawares." ~OfCloakAndMagic
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Not unaware enough. He was still alive.
Nezumi tutted and rolled up his sleeve. The fabric was torn to shreds where the ghouls' teeth sank, but the rest held firm. Maybe he could still fix it when he got home—assuming he could get the stench of ghoul saliva out of it. Practical, even with his forearm bleeding and oozing something nasty.
"I'll live," Nezumi reassured the stranger, not nearly as much enthusiasm in his voice as there should be—perhaps even thinly veiled disappointment if one were attuned to the pitch.
Nezumi looked up from his wound, holding his arm away from the rest of his body mainly to save his trousers from getting bloody. He ignored the alarming burn in his skin and asked: "What about you? Are you alright?"
