Broken, [ Ellis returns placidly, punctuated by the muted tack-tack-tack of metal meeting metal. His breath puffs white in the air between them as he mirrors Marcoulf. ] I wasn't traveling with a healer, so I had to make due.
[ Glossing over that frantic, agonizing night: Filip dragging him bodily upwards, out of that cave, and the way his hands had been shaking as he attempted to set the break. The details are unimportant; he offers a simple truth instead. His hand was broken. He made due. ]
You're a patient teacher.
[ Whose technique Ellis is not one to question. The strangeness of Marcoulf's approach has clearly served him well. Who is Ellis to object over his form? ]
no subject
[ Glossing over that frantic, agonizing night: Filip dragging him bodily upwards, out of that cave, and the way his hands had been shaking as he attempted to set the break. The details are unimportant; he offers a simple truth instead. His hand was broken. He made due. ]
You're a patient teacher.
[ Whose technique Ellis is not one to question. The strangeness of Marcoulf's approach has clearly served him well. Who is Ellis to object over his form? ]