Kostos isn't everyone. But his role in any given combat scenario is usually to make sure as few injuries exist to be healed afterwards as possible—which means he takes injuries as personal failures, which in turn means he notices them occurring, usually, with the same focus that makes people remember every possibly-stupid thing they've said after a conversation ends.
His instinctive response to rain is to try to hide from it by making himself smaller, like a cat, but the rain is so heavy that he gives that up after only a few seconds, broadens his shoulders again in a resigned sort of way, and looks Derrica over. Fine and unscathed aren't the same thing. His forearm is blistered from a burn, he remembers just in time to keep from scraping it over his face to get water out of his eyes, and if he remembers correctly, she used to be bloody.
"I know we will be. The barriers deflected some of the worst things they were throwing," She tells him, running one hand down her horse's neck soothingly as the beast snorts. Even just having the barriers up, and someone dedicating themselves to a specific kind of defense was a far cry from the types of ambushes Derrica had gotten used to.
Fighting with a group of mages is vastly different from fighting alongside a pack of pirates. She's still processing the experience of it as she smiles, looks quickly around at their companions.
"And no one's fallen off their horse yet. That's a good sign." Just what you want to hear the healer say. She extends a hand towards Kostos, nodding at his arm. "Can I see?"
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Kostos isn't everyone. But his role in any given combat scenario is usually to make sure as few injuries exist to be healed afterwards as possible—which means he takes injuries as personal failures, which in turn means he notices them occurring, usually, with the same focus that makes people remember every possibly-stupid thing they've said after a conversation ends.
His instinctive response to rain is to try to hide from it by making himself smaller, like a cat, but the rain is so heavy that he gives that up after only a few seconds, broadens his shoulders again in a resigned sort of way, and looks Derrica over. Fine and unscathed aren't the same thing. His forearm is blistered from a burn, he remembers just in time to keep from scraping it over his face to get water out of his eyes, and if he remembers correctly, she used to be bloody.
So: "I think," he amends. "You would know best."
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Fighting with a group of mages is vastly different from fighting alongside a pack of pirates. She's still processing the experience of it as she smiles, looks quickly around at their companions.
"And no one's fallen off their horse yet. That's a good sign." Just what you want to hear the healer say. She extends a hand towards Kostos, nodding at his arm. "Can I see?"