Just what are you implying, Ygnvi? Christine glances away for a second -- a rather telling move -- and then looks back. She'll simply choose not to say anything at all on that subject.
"Sam made the hilt," she says, eyebrows furrowing as she looks at the state of his hands. It's not an uncommon sight around here to see craftsmen with such scrapes and scars. "Do you need me to look at that?" she asks, nodding towards the currently injured one. She'll get to the blade of the weapon in a minute, after she's sure he doesn't have an infection.
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"Sam made the hilt," she says, eyebrows furrowing as she looks at the state of his hands. It's not an uncommon sight around here to see craftsmen with such scrapes and scars. "Do you need me to look at that?" she asks, nodding towards the currently injured one. She'll get to the blade of the weapon in a minute, after she's sure he doesn't have an infection.