my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
"Wound cramping your style?" Amun smirked at Sunjata. "You'll forgive me for not being all that sympathetic." However, the potter's hands continued to gently dab at the edges of the wound with the cloth, wiping away the blood from the bartender's skin.
As the other man brought up Maea's reaction, the Ascended chuckled. "There is that." He glanced up so he could meet the much taller Sunjata's gaze. "She seems weirdly reluctant to share you, more's the pity."
The cloth was stained almost entirely red at this point, and Amun frowned slightly at it. "In all seriousness, do you have bandages or something?" He glanced around the room, but nothing immediately jumped out at him. Shrugging, he shook his head. "I might not be a healer, but I know enough to know this needs more attention than I can give it." Voice distracted, he continued searching for medical supplies.
As the other man brought up Maea's reaction, the Ascended chuckled. "There is that." He glanced up so he could meet the much taller Sunjata's gaze. "She seems weirdly reluctant to share you, more's the pity."
The cloth was stained almost entirely red at this point, and Amun frowned slightly at it. "In all seriousness, do you have bandages or something?" He glanced around the room, but nothing immediately jumped out at him. Shrugging, he shook his head. "I might not be a healer, but I know enough to know this needs more attention than I can give it." Voice distracted, he continued searching for medical supplies.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
