Or maybe a true observation. Ellis has been hit often about the head and face. Tonight isn't a rare occurrence by any means, but he's kept all his teeth over the years. With all the things Wardens tend to lose along the way, Ellis has had some dubious kind of luck. All in one piece, even now.
For the most part.
"Keep your hand—"
The request breaks, Ellis' brow furrowing. It's a strange thing to ask. But this is a strange place to be, isn't it? He might have refused the offer and they'd both have had an easier night for it.
"The cold will keep the swelling down, while your ointment works."
An explanation, rather than a question. Astarion's chilly hands are not Ellis' business.
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A joke?
Or maybe a true observation. Ellis has been hit often about the head and face. Tonight isn't a rare occurrence by any means, but he's kept all his teeth over the years. With all the things Wardens tend to lose along the way, Ellis has had some dubious kind of luck. All in one piece, even now.
For the most part.
"Keep your hand—"
The request breaks, Ellis' brow furrowing. It's a strange thing to ask. But this is a strange place to be, isn't it? He might have refused the offer and they'd both have had an easier night for it.
"The cold will keep the swelling down, while your ointment works."
An explanation, rather than a question. Astarion's chilly hands are not Ellis' business.