Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
The intensity of Loren's counter took the young raven by surprise. But he quickly recovered, snorting... or intended to. But as the Healer cuffed him over the head, it turned into an actual snarl, and Korbin backed out of reach quickly, his rejection of the gesture a sharp snap down the bond.
There was a familiarity to the gesture, a brotherly sort of affection that Korbin couldn't stand. It was too close, too casual, and he did not approve. Not from Loren. Not from anyone who wasn't Erebor.
"I don't expect anything good, and I'm never disappointed," he retorted in a clipped manner. "You're right, I really don't want your advice."
His jaw tight and with obvious trouble on reigning his temper down, the boy took a deep breath. Several, actually, and only replied to the scenario when he could remain civil about it.
"Hypothetically, I'd make a tourniquet to staunch the bleeding, and hope they survived long enough for me to drag them back to the Citadel. Realistically though, any injury on the Tundra is close to a death sentence." He didn't try to be negative; it was just too much a reality to pretend anything else.
There was a familiarity to the gesture, a brotherly sort of affection that Korbin couldn't stand. It was too close, too casual, and he did not approve. Not from Loren. Not from anyone who wasn't Erebor.
"I don't expect anything good, and I'm never disappointed," he retorted in a clipped manner. "You're right, I really don't want your advice."
His jaw tight and with obvious trouble on reigning his temper down, the boy took a deep breath. Several, actually, and only replied to the scenario when he could remain civil about it.
"Hypothetically, I'd make a tourniquet to staunch the bleeding, and hope they survived long enough for me to drag them back to the Citadel. Realistically though, any injury on the Tundra is close to a death sentence." He didn't try to be negative; it was just too much a reality to pretend anything else.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
