KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
To make you bow and spit it out?
"Why are you thanking me, I'm the one who brained you." Korbin didn't know that he echoed the other man's thoughts, and had no qualms with saying what came to mind. He gave Chulane a considering look, assessing the man's condition. Sitting, talking, drinking...
"I doubt it. Once a proper healer has seen to you with magic, you'll be right back to normal again. I don't have the gift; if Loren were here you'd be doing cartwheels by now."
Slumping down on another of the chairs, Korbin poured another glass of water and kept it for himself. He only held it between his hands though. Not shaking anymore, his lips were slowly returning to their usual color. With a damp cloth he began to wipe dry and drying blood from his face.
Conveniently, he forgot to reply to the question of where he lived. Chuy wouldn't appreciate the answer, and the guy was in no condition to get worked up.
"I doubt it. Once a proper healer has seen to you with magic, you'll be right back to normal again. I don't have the gift; if Loren were here you'd be doing cartwheels by now."
Slumping down on another of the chairs, Korbin poured another glass of water and kept it for himself. He only held it between his hands though. Not shaking anymore, his lips were slowly returning to their usual color. With a damp cloth he began to wipe dry and drying blood from his face.
Conveniently, he forgot to reply to the question of where he lived. Chuy wouldn't appreciate the answer, and the guy was in no condition to get worked up.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
