Guts of all people can recognize a bit of bluster when it's tossed his way. His worry isn't insistent - there's a softness that enters his face as he bends over to get a closer look. A hand reaches forward to grasp the knee of her injured leg.
"That ain't just a scratch."
He's seen enough plague and disease in his life to know better. It doesn't look too bad yet, but things like this can deteriorate fast if they leave it alone. Those demons had been melting away foliage like nothing - who knows what they can do to a living body?
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Guts of all people can recognize a bit of bluster when it's tossed his way. His worry isn't insistent - there's a softness that enters his face as he bends over to get a closer look. A hand reaches forward to grasp the knee of her injured leg.
"That ain't just a scratch."
He's seen enough plague and disease in his life to know better. It doesn't look too bad yet, but things like this can deteriorate fast if they leave it alone. Those demons had been melting away foliage like nothing - who knows what they can do to a living body?
"Does Jorgmund have any medicine for this?"