[Jester watches curiously as he outright panics, looking for a potion apparently, which seems largely unnecessary for a bruised nose. Sure, it hurts, but it certainly won't kill her. Besides, she could heal herself if she needed to!
But she just snickers a bit under her breath as he, of all things, pulls off his bandana and starts tending to her (in her eyes) minuscule injury. It's extremely sweet, and while she's had more experience with the kindness of random strangers in the past few months than she has for years and years, it still manages to surprise her.
She likes this guy, she's decided.]
It's just a bump! I'm really, really okay, okay? Besides, [and she whispers this conspiratorially like it's a big secret—and partly, it is, since her god is not strictly Empire approved,] I'm a cleric. I can heal myself if I really need it.
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But she just snickers a bit under her breath as he, of all things, pulls off his bandana and starts tending to her (in her eyes) minuscule injury. It's extremely sweet, and while she's had more experience with the kindness of random strangers in the past few months than she has for years and years, it still manages to surprise her.
She likes this guy, she's decided.]
It's just a bump! I'm really, really okay, okay? Besides, [and she whispers this conspiratorially like it's a big secret—and partly, it is, since her god is not strictly Empire approved,] I'm a cleric. I can heal myself if I really need it.
[She offers her hand in greeting.]
I'm Jester!