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Nathe snorted in amusement at that, his grin returning to his face. "Afraid? Whatever gave you that idea?" he asked. "I think climbing solid rock is a bit harder than trees. I'm just a bit unable to move properly right now."

Despite the caverns he lived in, it was a misconception that drow didn't know how to climb. In the depths, there were plenty of cliffs and drop offs for their darker skinned counterparts to deal with.
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Nathe offered a small shrug, smiling a bit. "This is fine, honestly," he said. "Better than I expected from coming here." It was clear that he had been expecting to be imprisoned. Any level of trust they showed him was a wonder. "Besides, I'm sure few elves get to be watched over by such lovely ladies." He grinned a bit at that, though it was more playful than anything. He had been doing a good job of keeping his uncouth mannerisms and sayings to himself since he woke up. He even went as far as watching his language, not wanting to be seen as the ignorant fool that most elves would think he is. He needed to present himself in a more professional manner. A more peaceful manner.

That didn't mean he couldn't have some fun with it, though.
Talid placed a finger to his chin as he thought it over. She did have a point, he supposed. It just seemed like such a distant way of thinking of things. "I...don't know. Isn't there anything you want to do rather than being stuck inside these cages?" he asked. "I understand where you're coming from. My family talks about destiny and purpose all the time. I just don't agree. Destiny shouldn't be the focus of a life. Purpose should be what you choose for it to be." He seemed confused by her own line of thought, unable to wrap his head around it. He had his own arguments with his family over what his purpose in their society was. In the end, he took it into his own hands to find a new purpose.

While it was a much lesser extent to what was going on here, he thought it applied to all situations. At that thought, a grin came to his face. "How about this? Tell me one thing you would love to do before you get sacrificed and can't do it anymore," he stated happily. "I'll make sure you can do it before the ritual happens." It was an odd thing to offer to someone he had just met, but he felt that this was important. Besides, if he could get on her good side, maybe he could learn more about the drow without all this subterfuge over pretending to be one. Though, to her, the whole proposal probably just seemed like big talk. After all, what could he do from inside the same cells that she was trapped in?
Nathe obeyed the instructions, staying still as she applied the ointment directly onto his wound. He winced in pain as he felt the new salve go over it, her fingers prodding where all this pain originated from. However, as she continued to smooth on the ointment and replaced his bandages, the pain slowly began to fade away. For the first time that day, he was able to move without a shooting pain going up his side.

With the bandages replaced, he placed his hand gingerly over the wound. He wasn't going to test his luck with it. It may numb most of the pain, but he was sure enough irritation would bring it back just as badly. Even if it didn't, the wound would simply get worse regardless of whether or not he could feel it. He smiled at Mel gratefully. "Thank you," he said. "It feels much better already." He leaned back in his seat, regarding the woman for a moment before continuing. "So, what exactly are you supposed to do with me? Do I stay here? I don't really know what the procedure is for random vagrants stumbling into your city."
Nathe gave a small nod of understanding. "Easier said than done..." he commented. "Pretty sure...talking and breathing aggravate it." He brought his hands together, rubbing his wrists lightly with the restraints removed. The roughness hadn't really been as bad as he had expected, but it was still uncomfortable.

With feeling back in his wrists, he brought his hand down to his side again. "I don't suppose any of those herbs you have can dull the pain?" he asked. "Or...what's usually the next step with these kinds of injuries?" He wasn't much of a healer and he did his best to avoid getting wounds like these. So, he wasn't quite sure where he was supposed to go with this next. He didn't know if he was supposed to be bedridden, given that he couldn't walk without pain, or if there were more herbs they could give him.
Nathe listened quietly to the two, the same smile on his face. Such a different dynamic than he was used to. He was used to more yelling and harsher words. Of course, that wasn't typical of the entirety of his race. Years of hatred had turned them harsher than their nature really was. He was just glad to see the same softness that they had lost in their exodus from the forests that once protected them.

A wince came on from a separate source than the pain in his side. He couldn't think of his home now. He was in a new environment. He had to adapt to this. With any luck, his people could adapt to. He could return them to the fold of their forest dwelling brethren. That was his hope at least. He couldn't leave his brothers and sisters to fight a never-ending war. "Well, hopefully your leaders will see I wasn't a mistake on her part," he offered. "I, for one, am grateful for her kindness in not putting an arrow through my head." He offered a small laugh that quickly turned into a grimace as he felt the surge of pain once more. "Right...can't do that..."

After a moment of pause, he looked up to Mel. "If it's not too much trouble...do I still need these bindings? Since your leader agreed to let me stay, for now?" he asked.
Nathe's eyebrow rose in curiosity as he heard the exchange. So her mother was a healer. He suppose it made more sense then. Why this one elven woman was out in that clearing so early in the morning. He hadn't expected anyone to find him when he passed out in the woods. Though, now that he was here, this conversation was starting to interest him for entirely new reasons.

"Does she, now?" he asked curiously, a pleasant smile coming back to his face as he eased himself into the seat offered him. He was grateful for the weight being taken off his side. "Is that a reference to her patching up a stray in the woods or talking to the unsavory sort of people?" He knew it was a shot at his own race, but he figured the elves would appreciate that. He wasn't so full of himself that he couldn't make these jokes. Most drow were unsavory, in truth. It's why he never fit in well there. It didn't mean he thought them the monsters that he assumed the elves made them out to be.
What I figured. If you want to have his fight start then, you can have the Captain and the second Commander interfere as well. Mitsuki will step in and block the two Commanders off when they attack since Ryu will be overwhelmed at that point. Sound good? xD
Nathe offered a small shrug. "I cannot say I blame them," he replied. "We have never been the most peaceful with your people. You have had every right to be wary of us. Though, I think that is true on both sides." He returned her smile. "We have both been taught to be wary of the others, but I believe it foolish for us to decide how an entire group will act without any type of communication. An...unpopular opinion on both sides, I would think." He paused a moment, seeming to decide how much he should share with the woman. "If someone doesn't take that risk, no one will. I just happened to decide to."

He nodded in thanks as they reached the infirmary, entering in first and waiting for her to follow. A drow walking in alone would be a cause for alarm. He did not need their medical teams being put on edge by his presence. It would at least be a little more bearable with his guard accompanying him.
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