<i>Another accident</i>. Ardnt’s lips fell into a thin line and he knew Luitwin counted this last incident. And he was still a little agitated even now but the walk in the cool air did him well. At least until Luitwin had him stop to sit so that he could look at his wounds. If he let him go Ardnt wasn’t sure how long he could keep making the circle, body carrying him even if his mind wanted to rest. That was how Ardnt’s body worked when it was aggravated; of it’s own accord.<br/><br/>Ardnt was agreeable to Luitwin checking his wound over even if he wasn’t all that concerned by it. Wounds of the flesh never really bothered him. It was those that were deeper, or bone injury, that impaired movement that made him nervous. Ardnt was only mildly irritated at the poking, brows drawing together to signal that it didn’t feel nice. After that he took him up on his offer to marvel at the rest of his scarring, touching with icy cold hands.<br/><br/>“I don’t care about another scar. Alrians never try to mask theirs. We take pride in them. It’s a sign of age; of strength.”<br/><br/>Luitwin’s statement caught Ardnt off guard and he looked to the man more closely, confused.<br/>“What?” he asked, brows knitting together again. “I think any man tiptoeing around me at night might have made me uncomfortable. That’s what I just told you.”<br/><br/>Luitwin kept talking; gave him a reason to be a little bit uncomfortable. Ardnt licked his lips, side-eying the monk warily. That sounded like consequences were to come and he didn’t know what that might mean for him. Ardnt wasn’t a fan of the unknown.<br/><br/>“And what sort of repenting might you have me do? Drop to my knees, take your hand, and beg for forgiveness?” That was clearly not about to happen. Especially with this spurring the moment. He acted true to his nature; the way he’d been brought up as a product of survival. He wasn’t sure he wanted to change that side of himself. He would rather Luitwin not test him when he wasn’t fully in control of himself.