Where Aleksandra’s words died on her tongue, Maleki’s sprung forth.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“But you did, whether or not you meant to or not,”</span>Maleki said, voice calm and as even as it could be considering the circumstances.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“And think about the people other than me. Is Barnstorm happy with some little girl coming in and messing up his bottom line because she really wants to impress someone?”</span>Maleki let out a long, slow exhaled from his lungs. With the wounds closed and the blood not flowing out of him, the alcohol he had consumed earlier was beginning to hit him slightly. There was so much he wanted to say, but even if there was no anger in his voice, there was still plenty in his heart. He did not want to help her with her goal, but there was no way he was able to tolerate her royal pedigree if she kept flaunting it about.<br/><br/>Her next comment gave Maleki pause for a moment, as he slowly began to raise himself up from the cot. A dress could only hide so much from someone’s who’s been too strapped for gold to afford company, so when she went for the bandages, Maleki was able to appreciate how Aleksandra had matured. If she was not such a bitch, Maleki maybe would have given it a chance. Or if she was for sale for a night. Maleki tore his eyes away in time and nodded to Aleksandra’s instruction, sitting completely up with a grit of his teeth and a wince.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“Well… you know, there is more than one reason I assumed your profession,” </span>Maleki said, his tongue speaking before his slowly beginning to be inebriated brain could react.<br/><br/>With that, Maleki did his best to comply and move with Aleksandra to make the job of bandaging him that much easier. A combination of booze and the exertion for this task was extremely tiring, but Maleki persevered. To keep himself on task and not drift off, he spoke once more.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“That man… hell, he’s a kid,”</span>Maleki said.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“Great shot, but all he can look at is what’s right in front of him. He’s gonna get himself killed if he doesn’t start paying attention to his surroundings more often.”</span>Maleki half chuckled, half winced.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“Didn’t even know you need to keep the arrows in until the wounds can be tended to. And he picked up the bow.”</span>