[Her help is welcome and Jacob's shirt gets set aside safely for later. Does he need stitches? He hasn't looked. He'd been deposited into Jacob's care and simply...let the older man do that for a while until his head had hit a pillow. He should probably inspect his own injuries, but after Hawke's done what he can.]
I'll follow your judgement, you've better eyes on the whole than I do.
[Which is its own curse. Just because he hadn't looked closely didn't mean he wasn't aware of every likely mark and strike. He'd healed enough injuries to know what violence looked like what.
He offers a small smile for Hawke's joke, but takes the sheath mechanically. This part he could do. Physical pain was easier to manage.]
Her hands'll be better used helping you. Amelia, lovely, it'll go faster if you undo the bandages.
[He tucks the sheath between his teeth and nods to them, bracing for the throb and ache and searing pain that would come from the release of pressure. At least he trusts that even if his nails dig into his own palms or his eyes close tight in response, Amelia isn't likely to flinch for it.]
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I'll follow your judgement, you've better eyes on the whole than I do.
[Which is its own curse. Just because he hadn't looked closely didn't mean he wasn't aware of every likely mark and strike. He'd healed enough injuries to know what violence looked like what.
He offers a small smile for Hawke's joke, but takes the sheath mechanically. This part he could do. Physical pain was easier to manage.]
Her hands'll be better used helping you. Amelia, lovely, it'll go faster if you undo the bandages.
[He tucks the sheath between his teeth and nods to them, bracing for the throb and ache and searing pain that would come from the release of pressure. At least he trusts that even if his nails dig into his own palms or his eyes close tight in response, Amelia isn't likely to flinch for it.]