[ The short cunt, for someone kind enough to offer aid to strangers, is apparently absolutely terrible at social cues. He doesn't even consider that his scrutinizing gaze may look unsettling; he simply waits for a reply, feeling like he's being very polite at the moment in fact. (He's not wrong in that; he could have started the conversation with something about bowel movements.) ]
[ He meets the suspicious squinting without a visible change to his expression. He's not giving it away necessarily, though he doesn't particularly need any of it back. He's on good terms with the guy who makes soap, and he can probably find more sewing kits in the abandoned homes; it's whatever. ]
[ Finally, his eyebrows rise a little bit in apparent confusion, though his tone remains flat. ]
Some kind of what?
[ He may have heard the word from Sansa Lyanna at some point though, but either way, it's not too hard to figure out from context. He makes a small tch sound. ]
...No, I'm just someone who used to get into fights and not afford a real doctor. Had a friend who was decent at patching things up.
i hope u app btw,,
[ He meets the suspicious squinting without a visible change to his expression. He's not giving it away necessarily, though he doesn't particularly need any of it back. He's on good terms with the guy who makes soap, and he can probably find more sewing kits in the abandoned homes; it's whatever. ]
[ Finally, his eyebrows rise a little bit in apparent confusion, though his tone remains flat. ]
Some kind of what?
[ He may have heard the word from
SansaLyanna at some point though, but either way, it's not too hard to figure out from context. He makes a small tch sound. ]...No, I'm just someone who used to get into fights and not afford a real doctor. Had a friend who was decent at patching things up.