saiden
As soon as Saiden felt Weaver's dagger puncture his side, he'd fallen back. Sheathing his cutlass, he pressed one hand to the wound, trying to stem the bleeding. Inspecting it, he determined it wasn't so bad, though he still hissed at the pain.
However, her comment caused him to glance over at her. "Guess we can both handle weapons." Unsurprisingly, there was something more than a bit suggestive about his words.
"No need to apologize. It happens sometimes." At her question, though he raised his eyebrows. "What, you going to nurse me back to health?" His tone indicated that he very much wouldn't mind that. "You can try whatever you want with me."
However, her comment caused him to glance over at her. "Guess we can both handle weapons." Unsurprisingly, there was something more than a bit suggestive about his words.
"No need to apologize. It happens sometimes." At her question, though he raised his eyebrows. "What, you going to nurse me back to health?" His tone indicated that he very much wouldn't mind that. "You can try whatever you want with me."
