[Nexus] Mithar Keep

[Halae]

[Bedroom]

Harnel winces as he stitches the gash in his wing, "Ack, skin's softer than I thought. At least there aren't that many nerves," he doesn't stop going about his first aid while he does this though, "We both know that it's not impossible for it to have been the same one, Cessie. The Nexus plucks what it finds interesting out of everywhere and anywhere. as a matter of fact, I'd say it's more likely that this is the same one, simply because fate knows I'm married to you."

His tail hangs limp at the moment, Harnel not really having enough energy to focus on it as well as work the threat and needle in his hands. He turns so that Cessie can see the wounds on his back, even as he works on a gash that marks his right upper leg. He's making it known; it's her choice whether or not she wants to help him with the wound, but he doesn't expect her to.