Not only is the pain loud, but the energy is harsh and jagged, and Skellig has to grit his teeth as they step into the room, because damn that hurts.
"Opium will not fix that," he mutters under his breath, through a clenched jaw. Crossing the distance, still following Kreyu - because this man is clearly not to be trifled with, even in this condition that he is in currently.
"Ahmose," he speaks, a bit more firmly, pushing his own discomfort aside. His words straightforward and basic. (He can sense the disorientation, the opium cutting through some of the pain, but not all of it.) "I am Skellig, a friend of Kreyu's. I can work to fix this, but I'll have to touch you."
It is less of an ask for permission, more of a warning. His eyes dart to Kreyu, basically asking if he tries to knock my head off, you'll knock him out?
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"Opium will not fix that," he mutters under his breath, through a clenched jaw. Crossing the distance, still following Kreyu - because this man is clearly not to be trifled with, even in this condition that he is in currently.
"Ahmose," he speaks, a bit more firmly, pushing his own discomfort aside. His words straightforward and basic. (He can sense the disorientation, the opium cutting through some of the pain, but not all of it.) "I am Skellig, a friend of Kreyu's. I can work to fix this, but I'll have to touch you."
It is less of an ask for permission, more of a warning. His eyes dart to Kreyu, basically asking if he tries to knock my head off, you'll knock him out?