Galen lets out a quiet, strangled whine as he tries to conceal the fact that Sophie had been successful in hitting her target underneath his cloak.

[color=darkviolet][i]You definitely deserved that,[/i][/color] he finds himself thinking, trying his best not to limp as he closes the remaining distance between him and the counter.

Could he make the pain go away with a spell? Definitely, no doubt. Pain suppression is a basic skill that all healers must learn; a patient in pain is an uncooperative patient, after all. Is he going to make it go away? No, the shorter one wouldn't appreciate that too much, he thinks.

Despite his usually-poised stance changing to one that favors his uninjured leg, Galen remains his usual calm self, save for the ever-so-slight tremor in his voice and the almost imperceptible tears at the corner of his eyes. Oh yeah, it hurt. A lot. A hand - pale and marked with faint scars - slips out from under his cloak, sliding his identification card towards the woman behind the counter.

[color=darkviolet]"I-ahem,"[/color] he clears his throat as he suddenly becomes all-too-conscious of the swordsman glaring at him, then starts over. [color=darkviolet]"I've taken interest in that quest, yes. And despite my own tactlessness turning things sour before they have even started, I hope my skills as a healer atone for my indiscretions."[/color]

He tries his best to smile amiably at Sophie, but the pain - and his own natural ineptitude when it comes to approachability - warps his expression into a condescending smirk. This is the face he presents as he turns to the rest of the interested parties.

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