[He looks down at himself briefly, brow furrowing. He's bruised and at least some of the blood on him is probably his own. But the pain is almost comforting, dull and distant as it is. Orym shakes his head.]
I'm fine. Most of the blood isn't mine. I...
[He takes a breath, really taking Dorian in. Still here. Still alive.]
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Date: 2024-04-14 04:01 am (UTC)[He looks down at himself briefly, brow furrowing. He's bruised and at least some of the blood on him is probably his own. But the pain is almost comforting, dull and distant as it is. Orym shakes his head.]
I'm fine. Most of the blood isn't mine. I...
[He takes a breath, really taking Dorian in. Still here. Still alive.]
I'm fine.
[He'd never been a liar before. This is new.]