Well, again I stand amazed that someone as clumsy as you could have been promoted all the way to Sergeant. I am even more amazed that you could have been promoted to Sergeant and lived long enough to sew the extra tabs on your uniform. Without bleeding on it even a little bit."
"Does that count as 'get well soon,' in the areas of Fief Eldorne, Lerant?" Dom asked from his hospital cot.
The standard bearer flopped down onto the small stool and shook his blond forelock out of his eyes. "What, you want sympathy when you managed to stand right in front of that arrow? A soldier is meant to have positional and situational awareness."
"I was in front of you, ungrateful wretch," Dom commented mildly.
"I know." Lerant avoided eye contact with Dom, and threw a paper wrapped package of sweets on top of the blanket.
"You're welcome," Dom smiled, despite the pain in his shoulder.
Get well soon!
"Does that count as 'get well soon,' in the areas of Fief Eldorne, Lerant?" Dom asked from his hospital cot.
The standard bearer flopped down onto the small stool and shook his blond forelock out of his eyes. "What, you want sympathy when you managed to stand right in front of that arrow? A soldier is meant to have positional and situational awareness."
"I was in front of you, ungrateful wretch," Dom commented mildly.
"I know." Lerant avoided eye contact with Dom, and threw a paper wrapped package of sweets on top of the blanket.
"You're welcome," Dom smiled, despite the pain in his shoulder.