Post by Cybrid on Jun 21, 2015 21:19:44 GMT
While Jorry spoke Kilians eyes drifted down on his bleeding arm, regretfully observing how several blood drops dripped on the floor. No matter wether Jorry rejected the past happening as kind of irrelevant to their real nature, it wasn’t helpful for Kilian. He didn’t feel any better or at least the courage to never mind it. This was not him. “No”, he answered evenly, still glancing at the wound Fenrir left. “That’s not true. This is my fault.” Before he could change his mind again he grasped Jorrys healthy arm – carefully and waiting what the other guy would do, but when nothing happened he slowly lead him to the bed next to them and gently pushed him down to sit there. He quickly stepped away right to the poorly sink, gathering up some thin towels he found placed in a tiny cabinet (what he surely didn’t expect) and saturated one with water before he came back and sat down next to Jorry. He didn’t look him in the eye when he shyly took his arm and cleaned the wound, trying to avoid unnecessary skin contact. After a few moments of silence he revisited the topic Jorry addressed earlier.
“… so Fenrir is starving for that long already? Now it’s easier to see why he’s that huffy.” The wet towel was painted in a slight red when the wound was already cleaned and Kilian took the other one, wrapping it tightly enough around Jorrys arm so it wouldn’t be a nuisance and stay like that. “Why do they let him starve? Things won’t get easier by this, not for them and less for –“ He actually wanted to say for the workers, but as matters stand he couldn’t longer deny his position. “… for us.” He made a slacky knot to the towel and surveyed his work. He felt incredibly rediculous by this action, being reminded of a bad movie scene, but he didn't comment it. So, unwilling to ask for the reason of Fenrirs punishment (he had already some likely scenarios on his mind) he skidded until there was a decent distance between them again and finally looked up for the first time since they spoke. “But you had a point in being not your brother. My mistake.” He had to give him his due.
“… so Fenrir is starving for that long already? Now it’s easier to see why he’s that huffy.” The wet towel was painted in a slight red when the wound was already cleaned and Kilian took the other one, wrapping it tightly enough around Jorrys arm so it wouldn’t be a nuisance and stay like that. “Why do they let him starve? Things won’t get easier by this, not for them and less for –“ He actually wanted to say for the workers, but as matters stand he couldn’t longer deny his position. “… for us.” He made a slacky knot to the towel and surveyed his work. He felt incredibly rediculous by this action, being reminded of a bad movie scene, but he didn't comment it. So, unwilling to ask for the reason of Fenrirs punishment (he had already some likely scenarios on his mind) he skidded until there was a decent distance between them again and finally looked up for the first time since they spoke. “But you had a point in being not your brother. My mistake.” He had to give him his due.