30.Jan.13, 08:58 PM
"Dashin'? I'll take dashin'. Better'n ugly as a watch-wher. Sure as shells wasn' born 'andsome." He shrugged, stepping over the log that had fouled him and into the small clearing on the other side of it. He'd been so close! Stupid log. "Yer li'l guy's a talkative one, ain't he? Don't think I've been scolded like that since I was a kid." He glanced back at the blue, studying the flit as it flopped.
Apparently now that she'd tended his wound, he trusted her enough to talk and at least be slightly less aloof. He sidestepped so she could make her way into the small opening. He glanced at the rag, frustrated by the fact that he was still bleeding and pressed it back to his face. "This hurts more'n I remember scrapes hurtin'. Maybe it's jes' been a while since I've 'ad a headwound..." He grumbled, pressing it back to his head.
Apparently now that she'd tended his wound, he trusted her enough to talk and at least be slightly less aloof. He sidestepped so she could make her way into the small opening. He glanced at the rag, frustrated by the fact that he was still bleeding and pressed it back to his face. "This hurts more'n I remember scrapes hurtin'. Maybe it's jes' been a while since I've 'ad a headwound..." He grumbled, pressing it back to his head.