[He pauses at the door, body teetering just slightly, not enough to topple over. This isn't the person that he wants to be for his master at all, this weak fool who would misjudge a fight and end up wounded so badly, only to bleed on his precious person's feet. It won't happen again, he promises himself. It won't, it won't.
...Unless he does it to himself later to see if he still heals the same way, which he's been considering for the last five minutes of his painful trip home.
No, there's no time to think on things like that. He flips the light switch on and shuffles over to the bathtub, kneeling down carefully and turning the faucet on.]
This isn't the first time that I've been injured. [He looks over his shoulder, tries to give Oz a confident smile despite the blood on his face. But mostly, he still just looks like he's holding back a scream.]
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...Unless he does it to himself later to see if he still heals the same way, which he's been considering for the last five minutes of his painful trip home.
No, there's no time to think on things like that. He flips the light switch on and shuffles over to the bathtub, kneeling down carefully and turning the faucet on.]
This isn't the first time that I've been injured. [He looks over his shoulder, tries to give Oz a confident smile despite the blood on his face. But mostly, he still just looks like he's holding back a scream.]
Don't worry, it'll be fine.