[There's no need to agree; it's like stating that the sky is blue. Instead, he notices her obviously damaged physical state and her difficulty speaking. Mithos had noticed before of course, but the whirlwind of volatile emotions inside him had demanded his full attention. It simply hadn't been important. His tension is slowly dissipating from the relief of knowing that there is someone who understands and agrees rather than judges and attacks.]
...You're injured. [...Not that he cares. Of course he doesn't. He doesn't care about anyone besides himself and Martel...]
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...You're injured. [...Not that he cares. Of course he doesn't. He doesn't care about anyone besides himself and Martel...]