“We should get some rest,”
Gilfred stopped and nodded, silently grateful to Thema for the pause. He slouched forward as he nearly collapsed into the pile of stuff that she had moved out for him, giving a small chuckle as he did so. Taking a deep breath, he felt a dull throb begin in his side, suppressing a grimace Gilfreid instead closed his eyes and concentrated on getting at least some modicum of rest for as long as he was seated. As he sat there, his eyes closed, a small, content smile crept unto his face. Truth be told this was the most comfortable pile of stuff he had ever sat in, perhaps it was something with the pile, or perhaps it was something with the company probably seated in a pile close to him, but he was content to sit here for a good while longer.
“Lay down… and take your shirt off,”
Gilfreds eyes opened slowly, instinctively into a questioning look. His mind raced for an answer as to why, his eyes darting this way and that, as if to find the answer written on the back of her head. He opened his mouth and drew a breath as if to give his questions voice, but was cut off as the Plant Mage shot over her shoulder "“and don’t get any funny ideas either.” Closing his mouth he smiled and chuckled, for some reason beyond what his tired brain could think of at the time, he trusted her. "As you so command." he said, the smile still on his lips. Taking a deep breath, which set the aching throb off again, Gilfred brought himself to his feet and set about untieing Clarent from around his waist. With that finished he lay it next to the pile and moved on to the gauntlets, each coming off with a slight metallic click. Placing those alongside the long-sword he shrugged off his semi torn up duster and set about removing his shirt. As his hands got above his head however a sharp ache shot through his left shoulder, he paused for a moment, unable to suppress the grimace this time, but finished pulling off his shirt. The culprits of the different aches sat plain as day, two large bruises were already forming, one on his left shoulder and another on his right ribs, already a deep purple/black.
It appeared that the alien had gotten a couple shots in, and the force of its blows had been enough to bruise, even through the armor. A short "Huh." was all Gilfred gave the thought as he looked at the two bruises as he laid down on his back, and closed his eyes, "Probably need better padded clothing, what do you think?" He asked, a smile once more coming to him.
Gilfred stopped and nodded, silently grateful to Thema for the pause. He slouched forward as he nearly collapsed into the pile of stuff that she had moved out for him, giving a small chuckle as he did so. Taking a deep breath, he felt a dull throb begin in his side, suppressing a grimace Gilfreid instead closed his eyes and concentrated on getting at least some modicum of rest for as long as he was seated. As he sat there, his eyes closed, a small, content smile crept unto his face. Truth be told this was the most comfortable pile of stuff he had ever sat in, perhaps it was something with the pile, or perhaps it was something with the company probably seated in a pile close to him, but he was content to sit here for a good while longer.
“Lay down… and take your shirt off,”
Gilfreds eyes opened slowly, instinctively into a questioning look. His mind raced for an answer as to why, his eyes darting this way and that, as if to find the answer written on the back of her head. He opened his mouth and drew a breath as if to give his questions voice, but was cut off as the Plant Mage shot over her shoulder "“and don’t get any funny ideas either.” Closing his mouth he smiled and chuckled, for some reason beyond what his tired brain could think of at the time, he trusted her. "As you so command." he said, the smile still on his lips. Taking a deep breath, which set the aching throb off again, Gilfred brought himself to his feet and set about untieing Clarent from around his waist. With that finished he lay it next to the pile and moved on to the gauntlets, each coming off with a slight metallic click. Placing those alongside the long-sword he shrugged off his semi torn up duster and set about removing his shirt. As his hands got above his head however a sharp ache shot through his left shoulder, he paused for a moment, unable to suppress the grimace this time, but finished pulling off his shirt. The culprits of the different aches sat plain as day, two large bruises were already forming, one on his left shoulder and another on his right ribs, already a deep purple/black.
It appeared that the alien had gotten a couple shots in, and the force of its blows had been enough to bruise, even through the armor. A short "Huh." was all Gilfred gave the thought as he looked at the two bruises as he laid down on his back, and closed his eyes, "Probably need better padded clothing, what do you think?" He asked, a smile once more coming to him.