[Helcian with a backpack headed your way. It doesn't take Dos long to get there. Once in sight, he slows his pace to move towards Anders with a smirk.]
[His eyes widen a fraction as he notices the eyes -- that's certainly not something good. Not in Thedas, at any rate. But if this is the healer... and if they're not in Thedas...]
[It's been too long. If there were serious internal damage, he'd have felt it by now. However, he just has to pick this moment to start coughing again. And that silences any further conversation on his part, until he can get it under control.]
I get that a lot. Anyone you meet from here on in won't be half as handsome as me.
[And his attention turns back to Anders.]
Good then. Count yourself lucky.
[Now if you don't mind, Anders, Dos will be shrugging you out of those feathers and opening your shirt so he can better get to the damaged area. Once there, Dos gets to cleaning up the wound. His work is effective, but rough. Coen Dostre is not the kindest medic out there.]
[He actually blinks at that statement, and turns his head to regard Dos with a long, considering look. Okay, maybe the guy has a point -- if it weren't for the black eyes and all.]
[And this revelation is made all the more awkward as he's manhandled and practically stripped. It's fortunate he's a bit low on blood, otherwise the mage may have flushed a bit.]
I--what--
Watch it! I can do that--!
[Well, someone's got his temper back, at least. But the shirt's already dispensed with, revealing the deep, nasty cuts left behind by the cat's rampage. They're centered over his ribcage, where the big animal pounced to knock him down, and still oozing blood.]
[It's just about then Hawke finally shows up. Running from one side of the keep to the other takes some time. When he sees what's going one he's not sure whether he should help or laugh. Hawke being Hawke, decides to go with the latter.]
I hope you at least bought him dinner first.
[He would appear a tad more worried if not for Orsino being right there.]
[Hawke's arrival doesn't... really make the mage any more comfortable. A touch of color does manage to blaze its way across his face, and he swats halfheartedly at the help.]
I can sit up--I haven't died yet.
[To prove his point, he shoves himself onto his elbows. The effort clearly costs him something, but dammit if he's going to be manhandled and embarrassed in front of his friend.]
What? And keep him from making new friends? I couldn't do that.
[It's a little too late to save your dignity buddy. Of course Hawke is still hovering close by because, while he won't show it, he is concerned. Having Orsino and...whoever that is getting handsy with him nearby helps ease things but he doesn't want to lose one of the two only friends from his world he still has.]
[In coughing up a lung, apparently. Because that's precisely what he does right then and there, and that only serves to send just that much more blood leaking out the wounds.]
[When it passes, he just shuts his eyes, and passes a hand over his face.]
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Where are you?
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[Not the best directions Anders.]
I found him after he arrived.
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Ah. Well then.
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[Cough hack cough cough.]
... Moving.
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[Hawke wastes no time in hauling ass over there.]
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[Dos sounds like a bored flight attendant.]
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Good?
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Shit man, you made a mess.
[He nods to Orsino.]
You hurt as well, pointy?
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No; just him. I've done what I could for the damage to his ribs but the bleeding is more than I can handle.
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[Anders just nods.]
Being mauled... does have a way of doing that.
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Bleeding huh? Hope it ain't too bad on the inside. I'll patch you up as best I can, but I reckon 'cora might need to look at you eventually.
[He might have to get a word to Sycora depending, but for now Dos will do what he can.]
And stop lookin' at my eyes, fellas. I'm a Helcian. I ain't gonna eat ya.
[Dos does however flash a quick smile, complete with some rather sharp teeth. It doesn't need to be said that Helcian's are carnivores.]
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... my apologies. You are the first Helcian I've ever met.
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[It's been too long. If there were serious internal damage, he'd have felt it by now. However, he just has to pick this moment to start coughing again. And that silences any further conversation on his part, until he can get it under control.]
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[And his attention turns back to Anders.]
Good then. Count yourself lucky.
[Now if you don't mind, Anders, Dos will be shrugging you out of those feathers and opening your shirt so he can better get to the damaged area. Once there, Dos gets to cleaning up the wound. His work is effective, but rough. Coen Dostre is not the kindest medic out there.]
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[And this revelation is made all the more awkward as he's manhandled and practically stripped. It's fortunate he's a bit low on blood, otherwise the mage may have flushed a bit.]
I--what--
Watch it! I can do that--!
[Well, someone's got his temper back, at least. But the shirt's already dispensed with, revealing the deep, nasty cuts left behind by the cat's rampage. They're centered over his ribcage, where the big animal pounced to knock him down, and still oozing blood.]
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I hope you at least bought him dinner first.
[He would appear a tad more worried if not for Orsino being right there.]
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[Any attempts from Anders to stop him will be swatted away like a bothersome fly.]
Someone help sit him up. Unless one of you wants to bind him.
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If you prefer, Anders, I'm sure the Champion or myself would be just as capable of cleaning your wounds.
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I can sit up--I haven't died yet.
[To prove his point, he shoves himself onto his elbows. The effort clearly costs him something, but dammit if he's going to be manhandled and embarrassed in front of his friend.]
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What? And keep him from making new friends? I couldn't do that.
[It's a little too late to save your dignity buddy. Of course Hawke is still hovering close by because, while he won't show it, he is concerned. Having Orsino and...whoever that is getting handsy with him nearby helps ease things but he doesn't want to lose one of the two only friends from his world he still has.]
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Listen chicken boy. I'm here to do my job and get the hell out. Now shut up and stop fighting me or I'll knock your ass out.
[He glances to Hawke and Orsino, speaking in regards to Anders.]
Is he always this annoying?
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[In coughing up a lung, apparently. Because that's precisely what he does right then and there, and that only serves to send just that much more blood leaking out the wounds.]
[When it passes, he just shuts his eyes, and passes a hand over his face.]
... fine. Do... whatever it is you must.
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You get used to it.