[He looks like he should be dead himself. His peasant clothes are soaked in red, there's a stab right through his heart, gashes on his front and side, and even if they've been bandaged now, he's bleeding through them.
He can barely stand, he shouldn't be moving around. He takes the pack of food, hollow eyes staring at it.]
...Thanks. [And then, he turns to head towards the kitchen. He can show him Dextera. What's left.]
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He can barely stand, he shouldn't be moving around. He takes the pack of food, hollow eyes staring at it.]
...Thanks. [And then, he turns to head towards the kitchen. He can show him Dextera. What's left.]