just let go

The girl didn't seem at all bothered by his reaction, much to his relief. She watched him calmly as he went from startled to angry to calm in a matter of moments. Just another thing to add to the list of things impressing him about this female. She looked over his injury carefully, giving her assessment of it. Clearly this wasn't something she frequently did and medicine was not a specialty of hers, but she had a good interpretation of the situation. Well, it's been injured for a long time... But I definitely aggravated it with this little hunting accident. He shook his head slighly, still in disbelief that he had screwed up so badly.



It seemed as though her response to his apology was a sort of apology in its own right. Thank goodness she didn't hold it against him that he had reacted so poorly, but rather understood that it was and honest mistake. Killian offered her a light smile, unable to conjure up one with more substance. The light and dark inside him continued to wage war against one another. The hell-bent-on-revenge side screamed at the top of its lungs that this was a distraction, an unnecessary detour on his life path. The good side, the real Killian, struggled against it's opposite. It wanted someone to care about him for once. It had been so long since anyone had.



The young brute fought desperately to ignore his thoughts and feelings. and to act on instinct. He let his innate decision-making skills take over, removing the act of thinking all-together. It was just too much to handle right now. He found himself nodding to the girl. I do think some cold water would help at least ease the pain. There's no fixing it completely unfortunately. He stepped closer to her, his body feeling weaker and heavier by the minute. Please lead me?



There was no room for protest. He need help, and he recognized that. Sometimes, you just had to let go of being the tough guy for a while.