Essek floated in after him, fighting the urge to comment on the shaking hand and choosing to remember it instead. It was part of the pain and bringing it to the forefront would serve nothing until he could get in and begin caring for it.
He looked at him for a second, then floated by and to the bathroom that he was all-too-familiar with. He was the glad that the ashes were cleared out of the tub at least, and he started running the water, hoping it was not too hot. He tugged towels from the rack, setting them on the sink.
The drow’s head poked out of the bathroom, missing the bloody sleeve.
“I have the water filling the bathtub. Would you like help undressing or would you like to do it on your own?” The question was asked as if it was an inquiry about what to cook for dinner. “And where are your bandages?”
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He looked at him for a second, then floated by and to the bathroom that he was all-too-familiar with. He was the glad that the ashes were cleared out of the tub at least, and he started running the water, hoping it was not too hot. He tugged towels from the rack, setting them on the sink.
The drow’s head poked out of the bathroom, missing the bloody sleeve.
“I have the water filling the bathtub. Would you like help undressing or would you like to do it on your own?” The question was asked as if it was an inquiry about what to cook for dinner. “And where are your bandages?”