"Let's just hope it doesn't spring up with infection in the meantime. I'm surprised it's so damn clean, the man who stabbed me had enough rot in his gums to make me think he hadn't touched water in years. Though, I got that impression from his stench alone."<br/>Terrence made note of the peculiar way her eyes moved over his body, and had gotten a certain impression, but didn't quite understand what.<br/><br/>He flexed his arm as much as he could, seeing how far it would go without stretching and breaking the wound. It wasn't much, but it was an improvement on the limpness of yesterday's performance.<br/>It felt odd and disheartening to draw with only one hand, and he would be glad to return to his old ways.<br/><br/>Though with his ways temporarily disabled, he had begun to let go of a little of that killer instinct that had been drilled into every part of his body. Instead, he'd let himself down to practical levels, thinking of what could be rather than what was and what may or may not come around.<br/><br/>Shaking away those returning thoughts, he turned his attention back onto Sara, noticing just how matriarchal and nurturing she was being. He felt he should give into himself and return the favour.<br/>"Want me to check your leg?" He asked, almost absently.