(It's a new trick shot that he's working on. By shooting his arrow directly up into the air, he wonders if he can trick the enemy into thinking he'd blown his shot and come at him. By the time they get to him, the arrow would fall, hitting its target. He'd been testing angles, counting how long it took for each arrow to fall when a sudden gust of wind came and well... that's what he gets for not being careful. The arrow had blown off course and come at him. While he'd managed to dodge the worst of it, only hitting his shoulder, he'd also...
Tumbled right into the weapons rack, knocking over practice swords and lances and landing about as gracelessly as one would expect. It had been a mess. A complete and total mess and he tried to laugh it off when Hilda came over.
He's fine. It's fine. Did she see that? Wow, that was embarrassing. Don't tell anyone! Meanwhile, he'd just bled through his shirt and he couldn't seem to get it to stop. For a moment he'd wondered if the arrow had actually struck his neck but no... no, it's just his shoulder and it looks a lot worse than it really is.
They get to the infirmary and the nurse gives him a glance when she mentions the stomach virus going around.)
Hey, don't look at me... or do. I could use a hand.
(Said nurse is not amused and only sends them off to one of the beds while she tends to some Adrestian noble wailing in the back of the room.
It's just the two of them now and Claude tries to keep the mood light. He doesn't miss the blood on her hands and he grimaces for her. He half expects her to leave. This is definitely not something she should be responsible for and she's never liked to do more than what's absolutely necessary.)
My shoulder or my pride?
(Heh.
He reaches to touch the cut, fingers tracing the edge to see exactly how far it goes. Huh, a few more centimeters and his neck really would have been on the line. He could take care of himself and yet... Hilda is still here. Sticking around. Gee, she must be real worried, he thinks, and he can only make her feel better the only way he knows how--)
And here I thought you'd just drop me off and leave me on my own... How forward, Hilda.
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Tumbled right into the weapons rack, knocking over practice swords and lances and landing about as gracelessly as one would expect. It had been a mess. A complete and total mess and he tried to laugh it off when Hilda came over.
He's fine. It's fine. Did she see that? Wow, that was embarrassing. Don't tell anyone! Meanwhile, he'd just bled through his shirt and he couldn't seem to get it to stop. For a moment he'd wondered if the arrow had actually struck his neck but no... no, it's just his shoulder and it looks a lot worse than it really is.
They get to the infirmary and the nurse gives him a glance when she mentions the stomach virus going around.)
Hey, don't look at me... or do. I could use a hand.
(Said nurse is not amused and only sends them off to one of the beds while she tends to some Adrestian noble wailing in the back of the room.
It's just the two of them now and Claude tries to keep the mood light. He doesn't miss the blood on her hands and he grimaces for her. He half expects her to leave. This is definitely not something she should be responsible for and she's never liked to do more than what's absolutely necessary.)
My shoulder or my pride?
(Heh.
He reaches to touch the cut, fingers tracing the edge to see exactly how far it goes. Huh, a few more centimeters and his neck really would have been on the line. He could take care of himself and yet... Hilda is still here. Sticking around. Gee, she must be real worried, he thinks, and he can only make her feel better the only way he knows how--)
And here I thought you'd just drop me off and leave me on my own... How forward, Hilda.
(Of course he's going to tease her.)