Khadgar knew his eating habits when he was working at his best were rather atrocious already, sustaining on meals when he remembered to eat. But they were still better than what he had been doing since he had hidden himself away in the cave and when he was asked about the last time he had eaten something he hadn't conjured... well, he struggled not to give a defensive and highly smart-ass comment in return. Genn didn't deserve that, not when he was clearly worried for him.
"Two weeks ago at the most, I suppose," he murmured and moved a hand to lightly touch the ripped side of his robe. He had been caught off guard by something - what exactly was lost on him as he didn't truly keep his attention on anything beyond the herbs when he stepped out from the caves shelter. His hand gently brushed against the healing gouges hidden beneath the blue fabric. He hissed as he touched a more tender spot and removed his hand as fast as he could not to agitate it more.
He remembered having to dig through the pack he had brought for the good fabric bandages he had brought with him and wrapping his side as he cursed himself for not bringing more than a bit salve for keeping infection away. The brown sack had also held his mortar and pestle, papers, a pen and more surprisingly, rather luxurious soap and shampoo. There was also a cloth and a small towel he could use to dry himself off with, but the last time he used it... well, a week maybe? He didn't want to truly think about it.
"I do not need you to go looking for something else," Khadgar finally stated, voice surprisingly stern with only a slight shake to it. "You are not my nurse maid. I will be fine."
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"Two weeks ago at the most, I suppose," he murmured and moved a hand to lightly touch the ripped side of his robe. He had been caught off guard by something - what exactly was lost on him as he didn't truly keep his attention on anything beyond the herbs when he stepped out from the caves shelter. His hand gently brushed against the healing gouges hidden beneath the blue fabric. He hissed as he touched a more tender spot and removed his hand as fast as he could not to agitate it more.
He remembered having to dig through the pack he had brought for the good fabric bandages he had brought with him and wrapping his side as he cursed himself for not bringing more than a bit salve for keeping infection away. The brown sack had also held his mortar and pestle, papers, a pen and more surprisingly, rather luxurious soap and shampoo. There was also a cloth and a small towel he could use to dry himself off with, but the last time he used it... well, a week maybe? He didn't want to truly think about it.
"I do not need you to go looking for something else," Khadgar finally stated, voice surprisingly stern with only a slight shake to it. "You are not my nurse maid. I will be fine."