[ The reality of his situation is starting to catch up with him- the implications of the assassin in his bedroom, the harsh truth that he took the man's life to spare his own, and now here he is, who knows how far from home, soon to be alone again. But he's admirably holding off on the breakdown. He slips into the state of mind he'd have when attending one of the many, many parties back home, where his parents would expect him to dance with young ladies and make nice in the hopes of finding a match.
He remains pleasant and cordial, while silently screaming on the inside. ]
I'm lucky to be in such good hands.
[ He glances down at the newly healed wounds, tries moving a little. Tender, but no pain. ] Much better. I can't thank either of you enough.
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He remains pleasant and cordial, while silently screaming on the inside. ]
I'm lucky to be in such good hands.
[ He glances down at the newly healed wounds, tries moving a little. Tender, but no pain. ] Much better. I can't thank either of you enough.