He gives Amelia a quiet thank you when she brings his clothes and he starts to reach for his underwear when Hawke leans in by his ear.
“With how well you’re fixing me up? I’ll do a summersault for you, if you’d like.” It’s hyperbole, but only just.
He abandons his goal of clothes and turns over, albeit gingerly. Though, once he has, he reaches a hand over to grab for Hawke’s sleeve. “I said you could stop, you know. Don’t think I’ve not noticed you healed more’n I asked.”
Which is a light warning, but one he follows with a pointed call to their lady rogue, green eyes still set on Wolfe.
“Did you know he can overextend himself if he casts too much or uses too much energy? Especially with magics he’s less familiar with. It’ll make him sick and weak a while. That would hardly be a wise action here and now.”
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“With how well you’re fixing me up? I’ll do a summersault for you, if you’d like.” It’s hyperbole, but only just.
He abandons his goal of clothes and turns over, albeit gingerly. Though, once he has, he reaches a hand over to grab for Hawke’s sleeve. “I said you could stop, you know. Don’t think I’ve not noticed you healed more’n I asked.”
Which is a light warning, but one he follows with a pointed call to their lady rogue, green eyes still set on Wolfe.
“Did you know he can overextend himself if he casts too much or uses too much energy? Especially with magics he’s less familiar with. It’ll make him sick and weak a while. That would hardly be a wise action here and now.”