Naked and Afraid

[Sebastian Arcturis]

If he wanted to give him some coin. No time for favors. Sebastian had a feeling the girl meant it. Which was...amusing. Just because she didn't want or expect a favor didn't mean he wouldn't be morally obligated to owe her. His own code was more compelling than any demand she could make. It had gotten him into trouble in the past and if he could avoid it now...well, the less complicated the better.

This didn't need to be anything more than bath with a stranger. Which, for Bastian, was hardly a life changing moment.

"You are in the wrong profession then," he noted before he considered maybe he should have kept his deductive reasoning and knowledge of mercenary groups to himself. Less to explain when one pretended they didn't know things.

The arrow counting and the singing was quite the juxtaposition from arms around her chest and stammering. The warden considered her for a long moment and then decided he was dry enough. Rather not hang out any longer. The progression from fear to overly comfortable to singing to weapons to attempted murder seemed a little too logical for Bastian. He quickly saw to his own bandages before tugging on his clothes.

[Angel Parish]

Angel felt far more comfortable in his clothes. Sure he wasn't fully dressed but it was enough to make him feel more like himself. More confident in the situation. Should Bastian try to hurt him it would be much easier to fire off one of his...ten arrows? He'd need to get some more soon. Or he could always just run. Whether or not the other man actually had any plans to harm the blonde or not it was better to be safe than sorry.

Hearing he was in the wrong profession made him blink in surprise before a laugh bubbled past his lips. Of course Angel was in the wrong profession. He didn't enjoy hurting people or stealing from others but what else was he to do? The Chargers made him feel safe and he owed them his life. "Perhaps I am." He stated as he restringed his bow. "But I am damn good at what I do."

When the man began getting dressed Angel glanced over. Was he leaving? The blonde supposed he needed to be leaving soon as well anyway. "It was nice meeting you, Bastian. Get to a healer soon before those wounds get worse."

[Sebastian Arcturis]

Bastian hadn't come here expecting conversation or company but he wasn't opposed to either. He just...wasn't the overly social type. Unlike Angel, the warden wasn't triggered to warm up his taciturn demeanor over a few scraps or articles of clothing.

"Same to you," he said. He didn't outright ignore the notion of finding a healer, he simply didn't bother answering. He knew he should have the cuts looked at and he would. Bastian was honestly not so used to being 'mothered,' especially by someone younger than him. He didn't know how to answer the stranger so he simply didn't.

The warden gave Angel a parting nod before following the vague game trail away from the waterfall.

[End Thread]