nothing heals old wounds like opening fresh ones
"Your legs not going to get infected." Nate chuckles, surprised by the immediately vehemence of her response. But before he can follow it up with 'Because you're talking to the best doctor in this place' there's a voice from behind them. Honestly, he jumps a little too, but the woman really goes above and beyond, scattering her tools around in a panic.
This was the dumbest misunderstanding he'd ever been a part of, and Nate couldn't help the laughter that roared out of him, despite the tools he'd been hit with. He turned, still laughing, to face the other stranger. "I'm a bit more than a cloak and shoes." He offered. "So... mission accomplished? Owner found." Nate, notably, did not make any effort to pick up the scattered tools, choosing instead to just stand and watch.
"You're gonna patch the road for real?" Nate cocked his head, a brow raised curiously. "Seems like a lot of wood for one person."
This was the dumbest misunderstanding he'd ever been a part of, and Nate couldn't help the laughter that roared out of him, despite the tools he'd been hit with. He turned, still laughing, to face the other stranger. "I'm a bit more than a cloak and shoes." He offered. "So... mission accomplished? Owner found." Nate, notably, did not make any effort to pick up the scattered tools, choosing instead to just stand and watch.
"You're gonna patch the road for real?" Nate cocked his head, a brow raised curiously. "Seems like a lot of wood for one person."
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