"I really would get into more trouble," Amberdrake isn't even kidding! Though he's pleased at the solution, and doesn't bother to tuck that behind his kestra'chern mask.
In fact, he hasn't been bothering with that mask since they met back up. Perhaps its less of a permanent fixture, now? Something he takes out when it's needed, and not something he holds his crumbling sense of self together with?
Ten years is a long time. Drake hadn't even been sure of anything still existing under that mask, ten years ago.
"We can go somewhere else, if you like," Amberdrake offers, handing over the cotton balls and peroxide. His scrubs are short-sleeved, and he's rolled up the little sleeve there is to keep it out of the way of cleaning the wound on his arm. "Once we can afford to, of course. The inn you woke up in is no good; the militia poke around there a lot."
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In fact, he hasn't been bothering with that mask since they met back up. Perhaps its less of a permanent fixture, now? Something he takes out when it's needed, and not something he holds his crumbling sense of self together with?
Ten years is a long time. Drake hadn't even been sure of anything still existing under that mask, ten years ago.
"We can go somewhere else, if you like," Amberdrake offers, handing over the cotton balls and peroxide. His scrubs are short-sleeved, and he's rolled up the little sleeve there is to keep it out of the way of cleaning the wound on his arm. "Once we can afford to, of course. The inn you woke up in is no good; the militia poke around there a lot."