Somehow, Guts gets what she's implying without the need to get specific. So he nods without prying. No rubbing the stuff anywhere sensitive. Shins and legs only.
The airag honestly did not smell or look any worse than a bad beer or excessively watered down wine. A little more milk-like (obviously) but not quite butter or cheese. He leans forward to get a closer look and to take some of the scent in. Tart. He perks up with a bit of curiosity.
"How long has that been sittin' in here?" he's side-eyeing the skin as he takes the other cup.
Guts doesn't wait for the answer to take a few sips of the drink. It doesn't put a glint in his eye like the wonders of sweet and fresh morning milk, but it intrigues him regardless. Tart! Better than a lot of the drinks he's tried before. And the faint aftertaste of alcohol didn't hurt either. Sometimes that was the only solution to a miserable wound.
No immediate compliment comes but he doesn't balk or stop drinking from the cup. He wasn't sure how to describe it aside from 'interesting'. Not bad, though.
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The airag honestly did not smell or look any worse than a bad beer or excessively watered down wine. A little more milk-like (obviously) but not quite butter or cheese. He leans forward to get a closer look and to take some of the scent in. Tart. He perks up with a bit of curiosity.
"How long has that been sittin' in here?" he's side-eyeing the skin as he takes the other cup.
Guts doesn't wait for the answer to take a few sips of the drink. It doesn't put a glint in his eye like the wonders of sweet and fresh morning milk, but it intrigues him regardless. Tart! Better than a lot of the drinks he's tried before. And the faint aftertaste of alcohol didn't hurt either. Sometimes that was the only solution to a miserable wound.
No immediate compliment comes but he doesn't balk or stop drinking from the cup. He wasn't sure how to describe it aside from 'interesting'. Not bad, though.