He helped put Isolde on top of the Gambesons, and let out a groan as he suddenly felt like he'd been hit by an Ogre multiple times from how sore he was. His eyes drank in the dim view of the room with an otherworldly fashion from the lack of sleep he had received the past two days, as well as the constant fighting. Cerdic groaned, placing a torch on a holder, before leaning against a wall. Hilde made her way back into the room just as soon as he felt like he couldn't stand anymore. 

He let out a chuckle when he saw the cheese, apples, and wineskins. "I knew it was good to keep you alive." he jested, though it sounded a bit mirthless from how tired he was. At her suggestion, he nodded and took off his tabard, then in turn did his best to unstrap his chainlink armor. It felt thrice as heavy as it usually did, but he managed to slip it off, letting it clink against the ground as he dropped it unceremoniously. Next, his linen shirt came off and he tossed that below him. 

Bare chested, he hit the wall with his back and slid down it. His physique was muscled and lean of midriff, but scarred. In fact the only way Hilde could tell which cuts were recent were from the blood that seeped down them. Much of his skin had been bronzed from outside activity under the sun, and reddish blue bruises dotted his chest and shoulders. 

He scarfed down some cheese before biting into an apple. He was going to say something about what had just transpired, but there were no real words for talking about the past two days. Instead he spoke to her about something else. "You have some field knowledge in medicine?" Cerdic inquired, his voice coarse. He drank some of the wine to help him on that account. 
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