The boy's face twists into an amusing expression of mild confusion and a little judgment at Lashan using her Old Person lingo on him.
"Yeah. I know her. Likes to arm wrestle, for whatever reason..."
He couldn't think of any other explanation as to why Hesri would go so many rounds with him when she was all messed up like that. But whatever. Her choice. He sees her having what must be an insufferable discussion with the priests, and takes that as his cue to meet up later.
"I'll get goin'. See ya."
Never a long farewell with this one. He goes to get himself cleaned off. The first few days had felt incredibly awkward bathing with company, but by now he's learned a quick routine to minimize the amount of time getting a wayward giggle or stare. His hair was the worst of it, muddied and half-drying as it was, but he manages to get his head clean with bucketfuls of water and vigorous scrubbing with his hands. He's most attentive with his still-healing wound site, otherwise.
It doesn't take him too long to make it back to the infirmary, though it meant skipping out on any of the nice oils near the baths this time around. He hadn't entirely dried off by the time he enters, shirt draped loosely over his shoulder like a towel. Although his boots and trousers still held dusty evidence of his day in the mud, the rest of him had entered fresh and renewed.
He locks on the sound of knife cutting fruit flesh, turning to find Hesri preparing peaches at the opposite end of the room. He'd been so preoccupied with roughhousing that he forgot he'd eaten practically nothing that day, still. The sweet scent of the fruit lures him over.
"Hungry?" he asks, as if he wasn't also considering what to eat.
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"Yeah. I know her. Likes to arm wrestle, for whatever reason..."
He couldn't think of any other explanation as to why Hesri would go so many rounds with him when she was all messed up like that. But whatever. Her choice. He sees her having what must be an insufferable discussion with the priests, and takes that as his cue to meet up later.
"I'll get goin'. See ya."
Never a long farewell with this one. He goes to get himself cleaned off. The first few days had felt incredibly awkward bathing with company, but by now he's learned a quick routine to minimize the amount of time getting a wayward giggle or stare. His hair was the worst of it, muddied and half-drying as it was, but he manages to get his head clean with bucketfuls of water and vigorous scrubbing with his hands. He's most attentive with his still-healing wound site, otherwise.
It doesn't take him too long to make it back to the infirmary, though it meant skipping out on any of the nice oils near the baths this time around. He hadn't entirely dried off by the time he enters, shirt draped loosely over his shoulder like a towel. Although his boots and trousers still held dusty evidence of his day in the mud, the rest of him had entered fresh and renewed.
He locks on the sound of knife cutting fruit flesh, turning to find Hesri preparing peaches at the opposite end of the room. He'd been so preoccupied with roughhousing that he forgot he'd eaten practically nothing that day, still. The sweet scent of the fruit lures him over.
"Hungry?" he asks, as if he wasn't also considering what to eat.