[color=ed1c24][h3]Angel Ferrara[/h3]

[i]Huh?[/i]

"Well...I don't really think so."[/color]

Not like Angel's history with head injuries had quite been the best, though. In Boundary Forest to the north, there had only been his father to nurture him for the first third of his life - afterwards, all relevant information had been self-taught, sometimes through trial and error and sometimes through a lucky find in the form of a traveling hero or adventurer that shared a few stories, tools, techniques or books with him. One thing he had never been lucky enough to find a sage for was [color=ed1c24][s]enduring the teasing of a pretty girl in a 4/5ths naked chance encounter[/s][/color] treating head injuries. He had slept through them plenty of times with no idea of any potential ill consequences. Perhaps that had a long-term effect on someone?

Or perhaps Cyare was just taking advantage of her sharp tongue to playfully taunt Angel while he was helpless in the tub. That did not seem far out of the spectrum of her personality, either. 

Angel's cheeks went pink again, only partially from the hot water. He sank down to his clavicle in the water, submerging the last of the small myriad of cuts that remained unhealed on his chest and shoulders.

[color=ed1c24]"G-Guess the point of a head injury would be not remembering how I got it, though."

[i]If only I could say the same for other strains on my body![/i][/color]