Nick didn't wish to stay in that room any longer; too many elves in the same room. Not to mention the only one who hated socializing, he thought anyway. Nick had turned the corner once again before the recently healed elf padded up behind him like all elves seem to do, to great annoyance. Her eyes were scanning his posture and physique already; he only hoped the rumor involving Elven mating rituals was false. She opened her mouth to speak words of thanks, something Nick never was particularly fond of hearing. Pleasant emotions of gratitude and thanks, outside of the workplace of his smithy, was just alien to him, and he never took their consideration to heart.

"I was told to carry you inside, so I did. Not exactly a messiah of healing here," His raw English tone made his phrase sound more harsh than simply cold and devoid of any real emotion.
"You should be back in that infirmary bowing down to the other elf who weaved her fingers and brought your cracked shell back together, not the guy who just damn well carried you." Nick was part hoping the elf lose interest in communing with him, in hopes of pursuing potential friendship with the other and leave him be, but she pursued him further, ending up having followed him back to where the courtyard lay. She pressed on why he didn't proceed with extracting the foreign contaminants out of her wounds, the question furrowing his brow.

"Well how would YOU feel if the hands of a hardened blacksmith held a pair of tiny tweezers instead of a hammer, and they tried to extract even tinier pieces of leaf and twig out of cuts? I am not suited for first aid. Simple as. Unlike a particular HEALER somewhere in this place." Nick ended with a sneer. This elf was beginning to be annoying to a whole new level.

Nick only just noticed the ferret that was currently draped along her shoulder height was actually alive, and seemed to bite her on the collar bone. She made no flinch in pain so he assumed this was their way of communicating. He did however understand why the ferret bit her where it bit, as upon her looking down...She began to freak; with good reason of course.

That one button must've been guarding the sight of her cleavage, and due to his respect as a man, he averted his eyes for multiple reasons, mainly because being labelled a pervert wouldn't do good for potential quest-giving. Her figure moved, assumingly covering herself with the coat she bore, allowing him to turn his head again. She now had most of her back turned to him, her head twisted to the side afterwards. Nick just shook his head with dismissal, and walked on back to his previous location next to the rather intricately made set of wooden stairs ignoring the half-blood's predicament.

"Whatever. Leave me to myself and I'll do the same for you. Get someone to find me when they break for Dinner." Nick said dismissively, before leaping over the steps and seating himself on the cobblestone ground, taking his bastard sword off of his back, returning to what he was previously doing with his engraving tool the blade face.

[quote]Sorry I took an age to respond. Rough and unsettling times were stricken upon me. I'll try to respond frequently from now on. A thousand pardons.[/quote]