"A-ah... easy now! It hurts... it burns!"
Morning at the inn was immediately greeted by Adul's dramatically loud whimpers. He clutched his scraped, reddened knees with a scrunched-up face, acting as if his legs had just been cleaved off by an executioner's broadsword.
Naya, kneeling on the floor in front of him and busy replacing his bandages, could only let out a long, suffering sigh. Haaah. "It's merely a shallow scrape. Your skin isn't flayed, and your bones certainly aren't broken," Naya grumbled, her nimble fingers never breaking their rhythm as she wrapped the gauze.
"But the stinging reaches all the way to my brain!"
"That's why next time, try not to trip over your own feet inside a dungeon. You fell because you panicked, not because the enemy hit you."
"That... that was an evasive tactical maneuver, I'll have you know!" Adul argued, defending what little scraps of pride he had left.
