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[drinkuntilidie]

By the Loa I feel like an old man right now.

[Kevas sat at the bottom of the stairs in the barracks breathing heavily. Maybe he shouldn't be doing this, in fact he probably shouldn't be doing this, but he just couldn't keep sitting in that room of his. Besides, his limbs weren't hurting that badly.]

Don't suppose anymon would mind giving a busted troll a hand to the infirmary? Should probably stop putting it off.

[Just because he's tired of lying around doesn't mean he's willing to risk slipping out there and breaking everything all over again.]

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[Her shoulder WAS pretty icy for a while, there. Eventually the realization hit that shunning him was punishing both of them with no tangible results.

Nel's lips purse, disapproval personified.]

I know I can't heal all of you, not like I used to.

[Fuck you very much, Deior.]

Tell me where it hurts the most.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Kevas shook his head. Arguing with her was more difficulty than arguing with anyone else. Probably because she was the only person he knew that was as stubborn as her was, if not more so.]

My leg.

[That's not exactly the truth. If anything it was his right arm since the shoulder, arm, and wrist were broken. Still, Kevas wanted to be able to walk before anything else. Mobility was more important than pain relief.]