Ardnt stared evening at the man with his disapproving sarcasm and said nothing right away as he asked about the scars. He didn't like to say too much when his head was swimming. Anytime someone started something with '<i>this isn't an interrogation but.</i>.' Ardnt would typically go unfocused.<br/><br/>“Why's it matter? Stuck is stuck, no matter how or why it happened.” Ardnt tried to shrug and realized his mistake with a wince. He'd been stabbed. Not anything vital and not anything more complicated than that. “Don't know how long either. No way to keep track of time. Not too long apparently or you would have found a corpse.” Ardnt understood cold and the havoc it wreaked on a body, especially one already suffering from blood loss. He would have died long before drifting anywhere useful. A slim chance and an indirect sort of death. A cowardly move the longer he thought about it. His partner got to walk away with a halfway clean conscious while pinning him for all of it.<i>Bastard</i>.<br/><br/>Ardnt flopped back down onto the bed after another swallow, handing the bottle off. He didn't trust his shaking hand to return it to the bedside table himself. He didn't figure this was going to turn out well. He didn't even know where this ship was going, just knew that there were a few places he couldn't turn up. Not without varying manner of undesirable execution. Going back to Alriah would probably be worse. Facing that he'd ran, let down his brothers, the public shaming on top of any long drawn out torture they may wish to impose upon him. It was never quick for defectors.<br/><br/>The fellow came back over with a clean rag, going about wiping him clean of blood. He didn't protest despite how tired he was, though the stranger had questions about his other wounds. That was something he could offer, perhaps as a distraction. It wasn't illegal to be a soldier from another country. They probably wouldn't care he defected from his service anyway.<br/><br/>“I was a soldier,” Ardnt told him. He wasn't sure if he'd guess he was foreign or not. Probably, if he had any sense, but Ardnt still didn't admit it openly. “I've done some in a pinch.. We all had a very basic idea of how to close a wound. It got the job done and you never really cared if was pretty in those sorts of situations.” Taking cover while you sew your buddy up, or the other way around. Even worse if you were alone.<br/><br/>“I'd thought I'd got to a point where I wouldn't need the knowledge. Here I am though, with another hole needing closed up,” Ardnt grumbled, sounding a little bitter. The stranger introduced himself, giving him options depending on his relationship with god. He nodded, taking that in, reaching over his bad shoulder to offer his hand. They'd pulled him up and now this fellow was offering him medical attention that he desperately needed. The least he could do was shake his hand and stop offering scathing words in regards to religion.<br/><br/>“My name is Ardnt,” he returned.