[He looks down at his hand, as if he'd forgotten about it. It's stopped bleeding at least, but it's starting to look bruised, and he knows she won't leave him alone until he does something about it.]
I'll get it myself. [He goes to stand. Sometimes he still forgets this isn't prison, and his injuries are a thing that should actually be paid attention to.] Do you want some cushions to rest your legs and feet on? It ought to help you get comfortable.
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I'll get it myself. [He goes to stand. Sometimes he still forgets this isn't prison, and his injuries are a thing that should actually be paid attention to.] Do you want some cushions to rest your legs and feet on? It ought to help you get comfortable.