[She always was a persistent little thing, Darkleer remembers ruefully. He has to look down to see her.]
No explanation. Not want to hear.
[He reaches up then, and pulls down the collar of his armor, exposing a mass of scar tissue right over his throat. Whatever wound he took there, it was serious, and long-healed. He waits long enough for her to get a good look, then adjusts his collar back into place.]
no subject
No explanation. Not want to hear.
[He reaches up then, and pulls down the collar of his armor, exposing a mass of scar tissue right over his throat. Whatever wound he took there, it was serious, and long-healed. He waits long enough for her to get a good look, then adjusts his collar back into place.]
Can't talk long.