[If the room were brighter, it might be more noticeable that Freddie's looking a little green. He's not the best with injuries, his own at any rate, and nor is he the best patient. Still, he examines his own hand, gingerly, seeing nothing but the spreading black against the white of his skin. The stark, washed out colours make it look worse than it is.
He pushes his hand Cassidy's way, screwing his eyes tight shut.]
I've had worse. It's not dragon burns.
[So, there's that.
And he might be breathing too quickly before Cassidy even touches him, but he's quiet and he doesn't pull away. After a moment he starts muttering, half to distract himself.]
I know things about - [A soft hiss as something digs.] Things about everyone. About you, too.
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He pushes his hand Cassidy's way, screwing his eyes tight shut.]
I've had worse. It's not dragon burns.
[So, there's that.
And he might be breathing too quickly before Cassidy even touches him, but he's quiet and he doesn't pull away. After a moment he starts muttering, half to distract himself.]
I know things about - [A soft hiss as something digs.] Things about everyone. About you, too.