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Atreus returned his mother's gaze levelly. He hadn't done anything wrong, and he wasn't going to pretend like he had just because she turned that stare on him. When she half-grinned at him though, and immediately began to dig around in her pouches to treat his wounds, he blinked in confusion at the sudden change of pace. He barely flinched at the pain when she pressed the wool down on the wounds, though, and just grimly endured the medical attention. He himself didn't know anything about the field, had little if any interest in it, but he could see the benefits of a fighter trained in healing as well. Well, technically she was, by rank, a healer trained in fighting, but he himself valued her fighting knowledge more. But, he could see the benefit. He'd need to remember that, in the future. His brother was a fighter interested in healing too - he could use that. He continued to muse on that as he stoically endured the pressure on his wounds.