milliways_bar: Back
"Well, that was horrible," he croaks out as they get to their room. Trism had originally brought him to the infirmary, but he'd had enough of sick beds and enough of medical things that he'd merely made use of the sink to rinse out his mouth and demanded he be brought to the room. Trism hadn't liked it, but eventually he'd folded since Liir would hear nothing of being left there and it didn't pay to argue with him. Thus Trism had hauled him, body and soul, up the steps and into the room.
And to the bathroom. The bile was still on some of his clothes and part of his chest, after all.
And to the bathroom. The bile was still on some of his clothes and part of his chest, after all.