[ In the time he's spent with her, he's starting to realize they're alike in a lot more ways one. He learns she can take a joke, can give as good as she gets. That she has little patience for cheats and idiots. That she suffers from the same shadows in her dreams, though she never talks to him about it. (He does his best not to ask; when he had need for sleep, when he dreamed, he preferred not to talk about it, either.)
But above all, he learns that they're both as stubborn as mules and far too used to taking care of themselves.
The use of his first name still jars him, and for a second he blinks, surprised out of his annoyance. It's short-lived, though, and he huffs out a breath through his nose.
It should've stopped bleeding by now, he thinks, if it had been as minor as she said. The blood should've stopped itself up or gummed up a little and slowed to a trickle, at least, but it hasn't. (He feels a quick pang of guilt; he shouldn't have tried to scare her.) ]
Good Lord, you're planning on just bleedin' straight through that rag, ain't ya?
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But above all, he learns that they're both as stubborn as mules and far too used to taking care of themselves.
The use of his first name still jars him, and for a second he blinks, surprised out of his annoyance. It's short-lived, though, and he huffs out a breath through his nose.
It should've stopped bleeding by now, he thinks, if it had been as minor as she said. The blood should've stopped itself up or gummed up a little and slowed to a trickle, at least, but it hasn't. (He feels a quick pang of guilt; he shouldn't have tried to scare her.) ]
Good Lord, you're planning on just bleedin' straight through that rag, ain't ya?
You need to get that tended to.