Muted

Despite all of this, he appreciated the care that the dame was doing for him. It was only a little bit ago that he was living his life as a scavenger, and in one fell swoop he ended up having his throat shredded by an undesired individual. But, then again, in this world, it didn't matter what you did to survive. Someone had to be strong no matter what the odds depending on the situation they were faced with. Plus, considering the brute thought it would be any easy meal...he now learned to never to judge one's fighting skills. If he lived through this he would have to be more cautious and practice more that way he could protect himself and other's around him if he were to ever have a family again.

He could feel the mushed up herbs being applied to his throat. The feeling of it was weird and gross, forcing himself not to pull away or not show that he was appreciative of the aid he was receiving, but he prayed to the God's and Goddesses that he wouldn't have to go through a similar injury such as this again. He was slowly going in and out of consciousness as his golden irises focused upon her. Unable to speak his thanks, he was still showing it by the way he looked at the woman. Even though it hurt once they placed the leaves and chain around his neck, it didn't hurt as bad as when he first received the wound so he would bear with the treatment and accept it.


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