the hailstorm
”That’s quite alright. I have gotten used to the peace and quiet. Not sure I would want to give that up just yet - though depending on your decisions about the Kraai, I may have to face the crowds again soon enough.” Giving a wry smile, Neron nodded to his guard and clicked the door shut behind them so he could help Korbin to clean himself up.
Every room came with basic medical supplies, so it wasn’t too much trouble to find something to help out the bruised young man. Bringing over a washbasin of fresh water, Neron soaked a cloth in it and squeezed out the excess, offering it to Korbin in case he would prefer to do it himself.
”A grieving man is hardly a jerk,” he said with a crooked sort of smile. ”Though it must have been quite the remark to make her hit you.”
Every room came with basic medical supplies, so it wasn’t too much trouble to find something to help out the bruised young man. Bringing over a washbasin of fresh water, Neron soaked a cloth in it and squeezed out the excess, offering it to Korbin in case he would prefer to do it himself.
”A grieving man is hardly a jerk,” he said with a crooked sort of smile. ”Though it must have been quite the remark to make her hit you.”
