[Orym lifts a hand to his own neck, and the collar of vines and flowers unwinds and falls away so that Dorian can see the extent of the bruise there, a perfect hand shape.]
I mean, not a great time. [A shrug of one shoulder.] He paid at least?
[So that's... something. Besides, it's nothing he won't heal from before all that long.] It's only a bruise.
[One of a number of bruises, but still, only bruises. The annoying part is that he could have taken the asshole down to the ground in an instant if he'd tried, but he's not a fighter anymore, and the job is more dealing with it.]
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I mean, not a great time. [A shrug of one shoulder.] He paid at least?
[So that's... something. Besides, it's nothing he won't heal from before all that long.] It's only a bruise.
[One of a number of bruises, but still, only bruises. The annoying part is that he could have taken the asshole down to the ground in an instant if he'd tried, but he's not a fighter anymore, and the job is more dealing with it.]