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[hopepainandshit]

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[hopepainandshit]

Anywhere you need a hand taking care of?

[He bends to dig for another bowl, since he wasn't anticipating black blood. Probably that'll dirty the water a lot faster.]

[ravenswrath]

[He holds out his mangled arm.]

Need help to wrap that tight. [The rest of it is easy to manage.]

[hopepainandshit]

[Then bandages come too, when he puts the fresh water down; and a jar of salve Tera kept for moments like this.]

This'll sting, but since you can never be sure where another person's mouth has been...

[He has to draw a line somewhere, he supposes, and it's letting his inmate risk getting an infection from something as stupid as fighting a demon.]

[ravenswrath]

I have a few guesses. [But he will endure it as best he can.]

He asked for it. Fucking told me he was going to do it.

Sounds like something he needed.

[hopepainandshit]

Probably something he still needs, since you didn't finish him off. Isn't that usually what that sort is after?

[Too proud to admit it hurts so they get someone to make it happen for them.

And for as annoyed and put-upon he might be, having his inmate get the shit kicked out of him basically for fun, he's still careful and attentive as he tends to Corvo's arm.]

[ravenswrath]

I could have, but I'm not going to kill him. He's a friend.

[He sniffs, biting back a wince.]

I don't think he quite knew what I could do.

[hopepainandshit]

I don't think most people do, with you.

[It's approving. He likes that his inmate's a tricksy fuck to everyone.]

Right. [He ties off the bandage at his wrist, so he can remove it again later.] If it doesn't get better, because of any fucking demon bullshit, please go to the infirmary? Or Jamie's going to be disappointed in both of us.

[ravenswrath]

[He inspects the bandaging and nods.]

I will. I don't want to lose my fucking arm. [He picks up his shirt and throws it back on, hoping that he has time to change and stash the shirt away before Jamie gets home.]

Thank you.

[hopepainandshit]

[The shirt is entirely unsubtle as to the fact Corvo's been in a fight, so Richter taps his shoulder with his knuckles when he's got the shirt back on again.]

Maybe lose the shirt, though. Get changed and drop this one off, I can sew it up for you.

[ravenswrath]

[He sighs and pulls it up, revealing the bruises.]

It's all going to look like I was in a fight.