( her concern is understandable, but the wound is truly the least of his worries. he turns to face her and moves his jacket to the side at her query. his shirt is sheared and stained with fresh blood. in fact, he looks as though he should be sporting quite a few bruises and stabs, but his skin is smooth beneath the handful of tears. ) None the worse for wear, ( he replies in wry amusement, a melody to the words, his smile bespoken of his own private amusement. ) And you?
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