[He'd had no idea when stepping into that fight what the outcome would be; it hadn't occurred to him that he was risking his life and not just a black eye. He'd do it again in a heartbeat, of course, even knowing the outcome.
Still. If the hook holes and axe wounds could be knitted up without complaint, why not wipe away that ghost of back ache?
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Still. If the hook holes and axe wounds could be knitted up without complaint, why not wipe away that ghost of back ache?
He holds his hand out for the bottle.]
Consider me warned.