Luitwin obviously hadn’t considered. Probably used to men of more even tempers, and it wasn’t as if Ardnt usually gave him cause to be caucious of him. He’d proven nothing if not gentle towards the Monk that had claimed him. Up until that very point. Luitwin started to recover himself, almost cursing. Was that anger he saw behind that usual calm and patient expression? He supposed he had every right to feel a little pissed off after his newest charge tried to choke him out. He told him what he’d been doing; checking his sutures.<br/><br/>“Weren’t bothering me enough to wake me, apparently.” Ardnt was frowning as he watched Luitwin warily, unsure how he might handle this. Not because he was suspicious of the man’s intentions.<br/><br/>“My scars? You’re welcome to take a look, but stick to times when I’m awake. Many of them I strung up myself. Or one of my brothers in arms did it. We all carried some supplies. People like you, the ones with real medical training were few and far between. Seemed silly to cause a fuss when we knew a gaping hole aught to be closed up.” Ardnt shrugged, as if to him it seemed that simple. “You either beat it or you didn’t. Alriah isn’t for the weak. The weak die. The strong go on to carry the mantle, have strong children.”<br/><br/>Ardnt sighed, stood up and stretched.<br/><br/>“Well, I’m awake now. No weird concoctions for sleep either. A bit of fresh night air and a walk will do just fine to settle me down. Better a place out there to look at the scars than in here too, don’t you think? Who am I to get in the way of a man’s passion?” Ardnt snorted, his good humor and sarcasm returning to him as the tightness in his muscles slowly uncoiled. His skin had a slight sheen to it from the adrenaline and the cool night air felt good, even minimally dressed. He didn’t imagine Luitwin would humor him for long, but perhaps a quiet walk around the cloister and he would be content to try for sleep again. This time hopefully uninterrupted.