[ The corner of his mouth ticks a little higher, though it's got a wry edge. Zevran's the focus here, without question. He's in a bad way, and not just physically. But keeping his injuries tended to will be one less thing to worry about on the journey back. ]
I need a distraction, I'll think of something else. Definitely not whatever the fuck that thing was again.
[ There's a grunt as he leans back, fingers straying over a nearly-healed cut. ]
Didn't even give me any good scars. Just the smell. That's gonna linger.
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[ The corner of his mouth ticks a little higher, though it's got a wry edge. Zevran's the focus here, without question. He's in a bad way, and not just physically. But keeping his injuries tended to will be one less thing to worry about on the journey back. ]
I need a distraction, I'll think of something else. Definitely not whatever the fuck that thing was again.
[ There's a grunt as he leans back, fingers straying over a nearly-healed cut. ]
Didn't even give me any good scars. Just the smell. That's gonna linger.
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[His voice is as wry as the smile on Bull's face. Anders stretches and gets up with a nod.]
I'll see you later. And if you've any sort of pattern you'd like future wounds left in, draw it on something and I'll see what I can do.
[He's not serious in the least. It's a good note to end the meeting on, though, and the evening.]