[ Amused as he is by the look, there's still a gentle firmness to his tone. ]
Fine.
[ Really, he means it. His throat doesn't scratch up his words anymore, hasn't since the swelling went down the day before. There's bruising, the flesh is a little tender, and swallowing anything thicker than soul might suck, but... throat's fine.
Stomach is... manageable. It's gross looking, a pink and flesh toned marbling pattern raised and flaking in places. There's nothing sexy about healing burns, and he can feel pieces crack or distort the skin around it when he bends forward or twists too far. It sucks, but it's a level of pain he can tolerate if he has to push it too far. Climbing, running, he could manage.
He'll want to keep it covered, keep air and dirt as far away as possible so the scabs don't get infected, but that's... more surface level. Less risky than that deep gut-wound possibility. So fucking glad he cauterized, now that the pain's a memory.
He opens his mouth again to speak, but before he can manage anything there's an extremely polite knock at the bedroom door.
He freezes like a deer in the goddamn headlights. ]
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Fine.
[ Really, he means it. His throat doesn't scratch up his words anymore, hasn't since the swelling went down the day before. There's bruising, the flesh is a little tender, and swallowing anything thicker than soul might suck, but... throat's fine.
Stomach is... manageable. It's gross looking, a pink and flesh toned marbling pattern raised and flaking in places. There's nothing sexy about healing burns, and he can feel pieces crack or distort the skin around it when he bends forward or twists too far. It sucks, but it's a level of pain he can tolerate if he has to push it too far. Climbing, running, he could manage.
He'll want to keep it covered, keep air and dirt as far away as possible so the scabs don't get infected, but that's... more surface level. Less risky than that deep gut-wound possibility. So fucking glad he cauterized, now that the pain's a memory.
He opens his mouth again to speak, but before he can manage anything there's an extremely polite knock at the bedroom door.
He freezes like a deer in the goddamn headlights. ]