make your blood run hot (open)

Granger "'s not, but..." Granger shrugged, glancing at the sharper instruments around the infirmary. "Most old men like you don't want me hanging around this. Cera taught me though. How to use 'em all proper." There's a hint of a smile pulling at his lips as he remembers the blonde man; so ethereal in his movements full of grace, and kindness. Granger may not put much stock in the gods as it was but they hardly held a torch to Cera's light, even during their brief interactions. "'m name's Granger, the last of the Luch's here. I was hoping he could teach me more but I can't find him so... I thought I might use some of this to at least make a bed with." He held out some of the gauze, the tough exterior he initially portrayed having instantly softened with the mention of his self-appointed mentor. "I don't, uh, normally talk to many others though."