It is very probably going to make the bruising worse if he bends long enough to undo his greaves. He'll be lucky if it doesn't reopen the wound at his waist.
Another Maker-damned elfroot concoction it is. Cullen rifles through the bag, finds one, uses it, holds another breath --
-- and sets to work, silently. As swiftly as he can. Aiming for his bootlaces for good measure.
Compared to that, it's nearly nothing to get out of the underlayer consisting of a leather jerkin. This leaves him in a filthy linen shirt stained with mostly old blood (some new).
What would do him the most good, he thinks, is a trip to the hot spring hidden deep in the cellars. But it's unthinkable, the way he's moving now. Maybe he should just see if there's a sedative in that bag, and go to sleep.
-- but if he goes to sleep in a shirt damp from sweat, in a castle atop the Frostbacks, he will very probably catch cold and die. Cullen does manage to stifle a groan. One more layer. You can do it.
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Another Maker-damned elfroot concoction it is. Cullen rifles through the bag, finds one, uses it, holds another breath --
-- and sets to work, silently. As swiftly as he can. Aiming for his bootlaces for good measure.
Compared to that, it's nearly nothing to get out of the underlayer consisting of a leather jerkin. This leaves him in a filthy linen shirt stained with mostly old blood (some new).
What would do him the most good, he thinks, is a trip to the hot spring hidden deep in the cellars. But it's unthinkable, the way he's moving now. Maybe he should just see if there's a sedative in that bag, and go to sleep.
-- but if he goes to sleep in a shirt damp from sweat, in a castle atop the Frostbacks, he will very probably catch cold and die. Cullen does manage to stifle a groan. One more layer. You can do it.