[The simple fact that he could will his arm to move, and it would do so without hesitation, was almost euphoric. A shame he'd not the strength to do more. It was with some measure of quiet frustration that he found he'd have to be satisfied with this small measure of movement, his head rolling to rest against the other man's upper arm.]
I'd ask about your neck...
[But it was plain as day that Aymeric was hearty and hale enough, not a single indication of damage in neither his movement nor his voice, in spite of the violent meeting near Dragonhead Camp. As grim a memory as it was, there was a soft snort from Estinien, the sound as close to a laugh as he'd ever gotten.]
no subject
I'd ask about your neck...
[But it was plain as day that Aymeric was hearty and hale enough, not a single indication of damage in neither his movement nor his voice, in spite of the violent meeting near Dragonhead Camp. As grim a memory as it was, there was a soft snort from Estinien, the sound as close to a laugh as he'd ever gotten.]
Bit off more than he could chew.