"Eh. Debatable," He said with a smile that betrayed how exhausting the day's events had been. He looked away, biting his lip. It probably wasn't a good sign at all that Athelstan hadn't asked for a name. Maybe he'd just leave it there.
"Just to sew this up," He tilted his hand to show Athelstan his palm, the deep puncture still oozing slowly.
Leaving Athelstan to get himself up, he went back into the kitchen and grabbed what was left of the bottle of whiskey, sneaking a quick couple of mouthfuls and making a face at the burn in his throat before rejoining Athelstan in the front room.
"I think there is a needle and thread upstairs in the bathroom," He was pretty sure he'd seen one in the little first aid kit Gyda had insisted they needed. Smart girl.
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Date: 2018-01-21 03:25 am (UTC)"Just to sew this up," He tilted his hand to show Athelstan his palm, the deep puncture still oozing slowly.
Leaving Athelstan to get himself up, he went back into the kitchen and grabbed what was left of the bottle of whiskey, sneaking a quick couple of mouthfuls and making a face at the burn in his throat before rejoining Athelstan in the front room.
"I think there is a needle and thread upstairs in the bathroom," He was pretty sure he'd seen one in the little first aid kit Gyda had insisted they needed. Smart girl.