"I guess not."
Sid grinned a little at that, honestly surprised. It hadn't occurred to him that mercs would be so civilised, but then there were plenty of other ways to die in the Outer Kingdom. Starting fights over nothing was never a good idea.
He tried not to grimace watching Kade dissect what was left of his sleeve, then forced a smile. The warrior had somehow turned it into a decent amount of medical supplies, conveniently already tinted red. Creek water could only do so much. This efficient use of resources was classic outlander behaviour - something he still wasn't really used to after three years. If you gave an outlander a scrap of wire they would build you an animal trap, or a door latch, or any number of other things. Sid had mostly been used to buying the things he needed, and he still hadn't got the hang of it. Arrows he could sort of handle, but only because he'd learned in desperation.
"Sure, thanks."
As he held out the arm, still damp and slightly bleeding, he watched the metal hand manipulating the fabric. It moved exactly like a normal hand, but the green light from the canopy rippled across it. Idiot. Stop staring. After a while he stared up at the swaying treetops, blew out a hard breath.
"Listen... my name's Sid, not Daniel. I lied before."
Sid grinned a little at that, honestly surprised. It hadn't occurred to him that mercs would be so civilised, but then there were plenty of other ways to die in the Outer Kingdom. Starting fights over nothing was never a good idea.
He tried not to grimace watching Kade dissect what was left of his sleeve, then forced a smile. The warrior had somehow turned it into a decent amount of medical supplies, conveniently already tinted red. Creek water could only do so much. This efficient use of resources was classic outlander behaviour - something he still wasn't really used to after three years. If you gave an outlander a scrap of wire they would build you an animal trap, or a door latch, or any number of other things. Sid had mostly been used to buying the things he needed, and he still hadn't got the hang of it. Arrows he could sort of handle, but only because he'd learned in desperation.
"Sure, thanks."
As he held out the arm, still damp and slightly bleeding, he watched the metal hand manipulating the fabric. It moved exactly like a normal hand, but the green light from the canopy rippled across it. Idiot. Stop staring. After a while he stared up at the swaying treetops, blew out a hard breath.
"Listen... my name's Sid, not Daniel. I lied before."