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- Fatui Lieutenant of Il Capitano
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passing troops. It was a rare sight and yet he adored it as a young boy, though those days were long gone and now he was here before the Captain.
“I am glad to be serving under you…”
Lorcan nodded his head and offered a smile, he wasn’t all that good at casual talks either but he tried his best.
“Thank you Captain, that means a lot.”
He could recall a time when he was younger and would always watch
The Harbinger sat through the report, gauntlets settling aside some papers as the faint illumination of his office, which he rarely was stationed in, casted shadows of them both, displayed at the wall.
“I see. It’s always good to support new forces. Procure not to put too ₊
The mask hid her expression well- it completely covers her face, making it difficult to even figure out what she was thinking.
"Coffee... would be nice. Black, with a spoon of sugar, please."
“Then perhaps I could get you a coffee?”
|| He turned his head to the side slightly as he studied her expression. Lorcan wasn’t really all that surprised about the refusal, if anything he’d have whiskey for later instead. ||
She stays silent throughout the setting of her leg, giving a low breath of relief when it was over.
She holds on for dear life when she was suddenly carried, arms wrapping around his neck in a rare moment of vulnerability.
When she's placed down onto the couch and offered a ++
He carried her to a nearby sofa and gently set her down. Next her offered her a bottle of whiskey and awkwardly tried to give a smile…he’d never been good at social interactions or comfort for that matter.
He came back and went about fixing up her leg…even shifting it back into place…a painful experience that was for sure. Lorcan then picked her up gently and started walking towards the door.
"Alright... don't think I can move, anyways." She grits her teeth.
Even moving her leg caused a great deal of agony, so she sits up properly. Shaky fingers gently press at the wound site, and she instinctively locks up.
Yes. Definitely broken.
|| Massive gashes covered his back, deep and bloody as if he’d just fought something…funny enough that was the only place they were, as if specifically placed by something ||
I’d prefer some help…
|| He seemed a little embarrassed about the last part…he was used to doing it all himself but the pain of his wounds made it difficult. He walked in and started going about taking off his shirt specifically…when he did the problem was quite obvious ||
It would seem I’ve…well it’s a little complex but I need new bandages…
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