[ Tyr still squints and tries to spot anything that'd give an assassin away, but he can't find anything before she's bringing the focus back onto him. It's not really like her to be like this over an injury she didn't think was there, so he reluctantly looks back to his shoulder himself.
Since he went without a shirt tonight, there's nothing hiding the dark puncture wound at his shoulder although he can only see his blood from running down his chest and feel it trickling down his back.
He presses his hand back over it again and shakes his head - not to disagree with her, but because he doesn't know what to do. ]
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Date: 2012-11-17 12:32 am (UTC)Since he went without a shirt tonight, there's nothing hiding the dark puncture wound at his shoulder although he can only see his blood from running down his chest and feel it trickling down his back.
He presses his hand back over it again and shakes his head - not to disagree with her, but because he doesn't know what to do. ]
But if there's still someone here...