[ To say the Warden had been displeased to discover Fenris assaulting one of her acquaintances would be a massive understatement. She'd given no warning at all before practically clocking the elf squarely in the back of the head with every inch of her strength - hereby making it crystal clear just what she thought about the situation. He'd been extraordinarily lucky it had been during broad daylight when she had neither the strength nor the teeth to do any serious damage, although she'd tried her best to knock his head clean off anyway.
Naturally, some squabbling had occurred before both parties decided to call it a day. Cousland would find Fenris later and really show him how it's done.
It should come as no surprise that she's still fuming; the Warden snarls several choice oaths and curses under her breath as she rummages in her medicine cabinet for bandages and antibiotics, unceremoniously shoving aside anything she doesn't need. ]
Sodding idiot. What Hawke sees in that elf - [ There's a delicate tinkle of shattered glass as she throws an empty pot into the bin in the washroom with single-minded savagery. ] - is completely beyond me. That coward!
[ Her eyes are still hard with fury as she storms out of the washroom with armfuls of bandages (her whole stash) and at least two tubes of antibiotic gel, which get dumped unceremoniously on the single small table she has in her space. Anything that needs stitching is beyond her capabilities. Now she actually looks at Vengarl - indicating for him to seat himself at the single matching chair at the table so she can at least somewhat reach his more serious wounds. ]
Sit. There. And don't move so much as an inch until I've staunched that mess, for Maker's sake.
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Date: 2015-09-01 03:47 am (UTC)Naturally, some squabbling had occurred before both parties decided to call it a day.
Cousland would find Fenris later and really show him how it's done.It should come as no surprise that she's still fuming; the Warden snarls several choice oaths and curses under her breath as she rummages in her medicine cabinet for bandages and antibiotics, unceremoniously shoving aside anything she doesn't need. ]
Sodding idiot. What Hawke sees in that elf - [ There's a delicate tinkle of shattered glass as she throws an empty pot into the bin in the washroom with single-minded savagery. ] - is completely beyond me. That coward!
[ Her eyes are still hard with fury as she storms out of the washroom with armfuls of bandages (her whole stash) and at least two tubes of antibiotic gel, which get dumped unceremoniously on the single small table she has in her space. Anything that needs stitching is beyond her capabilities.
Now she actually looks at Vengarl - indicating for him to seat himself at the single matching chair at the table so she can at least somewhat reach his more serious wounds. ]
Sit. There. And don't move so much as an inch until I've staunched that mess, for Maker's sake.