[Namur watches her go, running his thumb over the newly scarred flesh between his fingers. He's the one that got fished, embarrassed and degraded. He shouldn't be the one feeling guilty over the way this all ended.]
Tch. Damn it.
[He vaults over the edge of the wall, dropping into a crouch on the level below and heads back to his dorm. Like hell he's going to the infirmary where they'll ask him a million questions about what happened and make him go over it five different ways before glancing at his hand and deciding it'll be fine.]
no subject
Tch. Damn it.
[He vaults over the edge of the wall, dropping into a crouch on the level below and heads back to his dorm. Like hell he's going to the infirmary where they'll ask him a million questions about what happened and make him go over it five different ways before glancing at his hand and deciding it'll be fine.]