[ Fenris ignores Anders' observation, assuming it's obvious in the way he grunts with every little movement, breathing heavy. He's far more focused on getting back to the hotel, thinking of possible shortcuts for the way back that he learned trying to memorize this city. He moves fast enough they won't be out here forever but not so fast they'll both just collapse from pain and exhaustion.
When Anders tries to stop Fenris nearly continues to drag his ass down the block, his grunt is more frustrated in this moment than it is a response to the pain. ]
What are you—
[ His brows knit together in bafflement as Anders pulls off the last bit of his ruined coat and hands it over to him, bloody and torn. He doesn't understand where this is coming from, why he suddenly cares about his barefootedness, but he chalks it up to delirium. ]
How thoughtful, [ he drawls without taking the cloth, and he will begin to move whether the mage is ready or not. ] Worry not about my feet and more about your...everything.
[ He just wants to get back. It's late, they're both vulnerable, and this city is impossible to predict. ]
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Date: 2023-01-27 02:33 am (UTC)When Anders tries to stop Fenris nearly continues to drag his ass down the block, his grunt is more frustrated in this moment than it is a response to the pain. ]
What are you—
[ His brows knit together in bafflement as Anders pulls off the last bit of his ruined coat and hands it over to him, bloody and torn. He doesn't understand where this is coming from, why he suddenly cares about his barefootedness, but he chalks it up to delirium. ]
How thoughtful, [ he drawls without taking the cloth, and he will begin to move whether the mage is ready or not. ] Worry not about my feet and more about your...everything.
[ He just wants to get back. It's late, they're both vulnerable, and this city is impossible to predict. ]