Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
A smile picked at the corners of her mouth, an amused huff of air being given at Ari's commentary about the situation they were in at present. "I suspect I can forgive you, considering the circumstances." With Ari's new suggestion a low 'mm' emerged, a glance was taken across the room. The question of how much energy she had was another factor. A few rigged steps were taken across the room, fingers painfully bending as she pulled open the dresser drawer.
Taking a slow, deep breath, the shirt was slowly removed and left to be dropped on the floor, which revealed the series of bruises of varying shades and sizes, some dried blood and more old scars than most would see in a lifetime. A low grunt of pain was be given, before her bra was also removed and left to remain in the heap on the floor. Her jaw clenched as a tunic was retrieved from the drawer and pulled, with a grumble, over her head without much thought. The pants however, in all of this, would never be touched as Aspel moved back towards the bed, and finally sat with a grimace. Forearms resting in her lap with a weak smile aimed up at Ari.
"A little more broken." The smile strengthened a bit at the small joke. "Should I lay back and allow you to play doctor now?"