there is another beat of soft sympathy that crosses Abel's face; though the swelling is looking better than it had last night, it'll be a few days before that attractive blue and green bruising fully retreats-- to say nothing about how tender his head will be. this man... he really did get worked over. and if no one had stopped him, would that boy... would he really would have--
...Abel pushes the thought aside, gently leaning forward to offer Dokja the warm cup situated at his bedside. it's tea-- herbal tea, sweet, black. ]
Ah... funny you should say that, because I believe that is quite literally what happened! Imagine...!
[ though he rolls with the joke, there's a look in his eyes - the genuine undertone of worry, a patience. Abel is waiting, watching, to see if Dokja will talk about what happened or if he will need prompting.
but one way or another... they're talking about this. ]
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there is another beat of soft sympathy that crosses Abel's face; though the swelling is looking better than it had last night, it'll be a few days before that attractive blue and green bruising fully retreats-- to say nothing about how tender his head will be. this man... he really did get worked over. and if no one had stopped him, would that boy... would he really would have--
...Abel pushes the thought aside, gently leaning forward to offer Dokja the warm cup situated at his bedside. it's tea-- herbal tea, sweet, black. ]
Ah... funny you should say that, because I believe that is quite literally what happened! Imagine...!
[ though he rolls with the joke, there's a look in his eyes - the genuine undertone of worry, a patience. Abel is waiting, watching, to see if Dokja will talk about what happened or if he will need prompting.
but one way or another... they're talking about this. ]