Jan 14, 2021
When the other enters his room, Zev is standing by his washbasin. He had returned earllier from a ‘mysterious venture’ and immediately stolen away to privacy. Unlike him. One hand pleads to the intruder for quiet, the other holds a thick cloth to his side. Red pools through it. Seeps a little through his fingers, but doesn’t seem too bad. Not to Zevran, anyway. ❝ No -- shh, it’s fine, I was only lightly stabbed. I am cleaning it. It is fine. ❞