[ There's a sting of something inside of him, an ache of something that makes his heart ache a little. He can remember his own experience, digging his way out of his grave, clawing at the dirt and pushing himself up, not knowing if it was real or if it was all a nightmare come to life. He knows how it feels to come back to life after thinking you're dead, and there's nothing he can do to ease that burden.
He is making an assumption, of course he is, but given how much blood she's covered in and her reaction... It might be a fair guess for him to make, the empathy hurting him somewhere deep inside. In comparison to him, she's just a child.
(He had been just a child too, in the eyes of his elven brethren, but that isn't the point). ]
Apparently, we're healed here. They didn't take the time to clean you up, however.
[ Stepping over, he leans down and offers his hand, nose only wrinkling a touch. ]
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He is making an assumption, of course he is, but given how much blood she's covered in and her reaction... It might be a fair guess for him to make, the empathy hurting him somewhere deep inside. In comparison to him, she's just a child.
(He had been just a child too, in the eyes of his elven brethren, but that isn't the point). ]
Apparently, we're healed here. They didn't take the time to clean you up, however.
[ Stepping over, he leans down and offers his hand, nose only wrinkling a touch. ]
We can fix that.