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It was only a minute or so after Rowyn had stitched his arm when he started to stir at the sound of her voice saying she would stay with him. He moved his head but didn't open his eyes as he groaned. Feeling sick from the loss of blood, as his body was cold and feeling like it was being poked with pins and needles. He didn't think he lost that much blood...usually his curse would work in over time to heal his wounds and replenish his blood. 

But probably running through the woods at a dead sprint would kinda counteract that. He winced as he lifted his left arm as he felt the pain from the wound rushing back, only for a moment when he tweaked it the wrong way. He glanced around the room seeing a bunch of hunters looking at him, but his eyes stopped on the two girls closest to him. If he didn't see the rest of the ugly mugs of hunters in the bar, he would have thought he died and went to heaven. He smiled for a moment, forgetting what had happened before. He leaned to his right side, putting all his weight on his good arm. He cleared his throat, which tasted odd but it was slightly more wet now from the herbal drink he was given. 

Looking to the girl with blonde hair with a look of sadness on her face. [color=0054a6]"Don't need to worry about me. I'm fine"[/color] He said, his voice still horse. He did not realized she was more worried on other matters. [color=0054a6]"Just a scratch."[/color] he said as he looked to the Gold eye girl. Her hands covered in blood...his blood. He looked at his arm, realizing the gash was deeper than he realized, that it required stitches. 
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"Thank you...Miss" [/color]He said, giving her his dashing smile...or well, his most dashing smile he could while looking pale and weak. He leaned a little more on his right arm as he heard an unexpected [i]CRACK[/i] The leg of the table he laid on buckled under his heavy weight. The only reason it lasted so long was because he was more centered before. 

He rolled off the table, gaining enough momentum in that short of time to roll into the gold eye woman's chair. He let out a groan as his head throbbed as the back of his head hit the table and sent him forward into the chair the girl with gold eyes was sitting in. aHe groaned from the pain of the sudden movement of his injured arm, but despite his head hitting the table... the chair was unusually soft on his face.

Saying mostly to himself as his mind clicked realizing this all stemmed from his encounter. [color=0054a6]"Damn Wendigos..."[/color] He coughed.