[ When one has the perpetually severe expression as he, no questions are asked. It is for this reason that he has chosen her services again-- for she had seemed to be a woman of discretion. A valuable trait, that.
Somnus moves to the chair, unclasping the gold pin of his cloak, and then he tosses it, forgotten to the tiled countertop, heavy with sleet of the icy weather outside and what could be more blood. With a pained grunt-- and what appears to be some careful amount of effort-- he lowers herself to a chair. The chlamys beneath is frayed at the side and front, evidence of a well-placed strike of something incredibly sharp, and beneath that are his white, linen robes similarly slashed through, staining the cloth red in an oblique line from shoulder to opposite hip. Peeking through the fileted fabric is a gash. He continues to hold onto his left side with one arm.
He disrobes himself only enough to reveal the laceration across his chest, but the work seems to be taking more effort out of him. Somnus is a naturally pale man; now, his skin looks white, and beads of sweat dot the side of his face. ]
Can you-- [ He rasps, staggers over his words, and then moves his hand to adjust for more pressure against his side, where the cut is deepest. ] Can you heal it?
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Somnus moves to the chair, unclasping the gold pin of his cloak, and then he tosses it, forgotten to the tiled countertop, heavy with sleet of the icy weather outside and what could be more blood. With a pained grunt-- and what appears to be some careful amount of effort-- he lowers herself to a chair. The chlamys beneath is frayed at the side and front, evidence of a well-placed strike of something incredibly sharp, and beneath that are his white, linen robes similarly slashed through, staining the cloth red in an oblique line from shoulder to opposite hip. Peeking through the fileted fabric is a gash. He continues to hold onto his left side with one arm.
He disrobes himself only enough to reveal the laceration across his chest, but the work seems to be taking more effort out of him. Somnus is a naturally pale man; now, his skin looks white, and beads of sweat dot the side of his face. ]
Can you-- [ He rasps, staggers over his words, and then moves his hand to adjust for more pressure against his side, where the cut is deepest. ] Can you heal it?