Another Kind of Holy

For an instant, Caiside wanted to scream, anger and shock showing in equal parts on his face. The nerve of this man to tell him to ask nicely? For something he didn’t fee he should have to ask for at all? If they were in another place, or the circumstances were different, Caiside wouldn’t hesitate to tell him exactly where Sam could stick his niceness. Pain was more powerful than pride though, and Caiside found his resolve rapidly wavering. Withering under Sams hard gaze, Caiside found himself nodding, stepping after Samuel towards the open infirmary doors. “I am... hurt, and tired. It was not my intention to be... short, or... or rude. If you can help, I would appreciate it.” It was the closest to an apology Caiside was willing to offer at the moment. He wasn’t sure Sam would actually be able to help after all, and didn’t want to give him too much credit before it was earned, and it would be a lie to say he was expecting much from the nervous (but apparently irritatingly brave) man. It was clear Caiside wasn’t going to last much longer on his feet, not with the way he was swaying and trembling with every step after Sam. ”Do you know how to help something like this?” It would be hard to miss the fear in Causides voice, even under the stained tone. This was the worst he had been hurt in years, certainly the worst he’d been as an adult. And it still hurt, even now after the chill of outside and the tile that had passed. Caiside heir of fire and ash