WolfSol
Brain cashew smooth
[FONT=Megrim; size:15px;]Mervia, Borealis[/FONT]
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' O, that this too, too s u l l i e d flesh would m e l t ,
T h a w and resolve itself into a d e w ,
He paused, his fingers gently pulling the blouse's sleeve in what he hoped was a helpful manner, when she'd asked if he was trying to mock her. Well, he'd guessed right when he felt that he'd used the wrong tone. If she thought that was mockery... he shook his head, sighed even as he leaned closer to properly assess the wound. She was hesitant, as he'd expected, but her gradual move of the fabric was beginning to irritate him. Nevertheless, the sudden pronunciation of his given name eased his impatience, slightly.
It wasn't out of awe, but more or less surprise. He hadn't expected her to oblige his request. "I am, quite well, thank you."
The shift of the sleeve seemed to taint the air even more, the scent of blood thickening. It wasn't a lot, at least from what he'd witnessed before, but then again he'd only caught sight of blood from an animal, not a human. For all he knew, she was dying of blood loss. Humans were fragile after all, but on further inspection he found that the wound wasn't bad. At least, it wasn't life threatening. "The bleeding has stopped." He commented, his gaze wandering briefly before catching sight of a bra.
Respectfully he pulled away, anchoring his eyes back onto the bullet hole, but the sudden shift in attention did not deter him from missing the discoloration on her flesh. Having learned how fire marked various surfaces, he quickly understood the cause of the burn, and for a moment he suspected it was due to his abilities. However, the burn was faded from time and lack of sun. In addition, her clothes had been relatively untouched by his flames. Good, his father would have his head if he'd marked her so carelessly.
"And you're in luck, it will not be necessary to pull out any bullets. It looks to have grazed your shoulder." He finally spoke up as he took a sleeve to her skin again, brushing off the blood that he hadn't managed to wipe off with the blouse on. What a shame. "If anything, your body is likely in shock. I doubt you've been shot at before?"
Josiah pulled back, allowing her to choose to pull the blouse back up or keep it halfway off her shoulder. Grazed bone or not, he didn't blame her if it hurt. Bullets were a pain in the ass.
"Pardon me, but we'll be arriving at the Tacet manor shortly," Kesler spoke up from the driver's seat, the vehicle taking a sharp turn smoothly as it revved up a steep incline. "When we arrive, I will call Her Majesty about your travelling companions, Your Highness." His gaze left the road momentarily to glance at the mirrors, assuring himself that they were not being followed. It was requested that only a close knit group knew of the prince and princess's temporary living arrangement, and he wasn't about to take the fall for the secret being discovered.
How delightful. Josiah grimaced at that. He hadn't smelled human or human blood in so long and now he was to live with one, wed one... dwelling on things will get this nowhere, it's clear she's against this too. Still, being angry or annoyed over it was better than feeling miserable. It was for the better of his country, even though he favored other means.
"Ah, and my Prince, it may be in your best interest to contact Lady Kroff. She's insistent." The name of that woman brought a scoff out of Josiah, but he said no more on the matter. He hadn't heard from her and for that he was thankful, but now of all times she decided to jump back? "She's merely worried. It would do good to ease her mind."
Let her worry. "Perhaps, but at a later time." He wasn't about to voice his opinion in front of someone who knew so little about his own predicament.