01-04-2022, 05:39 PM
Godric was prepared to continue to argue with her, insist that she not be expected to treat him. She had been hired to attend the students, not a fool-hardy old man who had yet to learn to keep his mouth shut when his dander was up. Well, he assumed that was why Rowena hired her. He had not been a part of that decision, though he had agreed that a dedicated healer would be needed. So many children and young adults learning magic, accidents were bound to happen that would require more attention than a teacher could do when there were (hopefully) a dozen other students needing their attention. And what if there were two accidents in a single class!!
Thus, yes - a healer was needed. For him though...?
However, there was not much time left before he had to meet the others down at the gates. Arguing would just make him later and irritate the others further. Sighing, he nodded.
"Very well but it needs to be quick. If necessary, just stitch the slice on my side and we can treat it later," he said, knowing that while stitches were dangerous, they were faster in the long run. And they would only be in until tonight when there was more time to give the wound the attention necessary.
"You'll need to fetch a blanket as the one on my side..." He gave just the slightest grimace as he reached over to show her above his clothing that it ran from just above his hip, running down a good five inches. Yes, that one had been one of pride.
Though the fact that she seemed unbothered by the thought of seeing him naked was a bit of a wound to his pride. The women he'd been with before had been eager to see him naked and had seemed to like what they had seen. None of them were so detatched. He had worked very hard and had a damn good body to show for it. Better yet, not a single scar that anyone could see. The last thing he wanted was to scare people off when they looked at him!
He shucked off his shirt, bristling in the cool morning air but waited as she grabbed him a blanket of sorts to cover up with before having her hold it up and look away while he dropped his trousers. Then he sat back down on the bed, covering everything but the nasty wound up. Looking at it now in the light from the window across from the bed, he could better see it. A pleased look crossed his face. It was rather wide, a bit of the top layers of skin torn away. At least he wasn't coming here for a scratch. It wasn't going to be an easy fix - even with stitches and it was going to hurt like hell if she decided it needed to be cleaner that he'd already made it.
But she was right, it was definitely bleeding again. Not profusely or enough to be concerned but it would definitely have bled through his robes. "Alright then, no time to waste." He said, bracing himself for whatever treatment she thought would be best.
Thus, yes - a healer was needed. For him though...?
However, there was not much time left before he had to meet the others down at the gates. Arguing would just make him later and irritate the others further. Sighing, he nodded.
"Very well but it needs to be quick. If necessary, just stitch the slice on my side and we can treat it later," he said, knowing that while stitches were dangerous, they were faster in the long run. And they would only be in until tonight when there was more time to give the wound the attention necessary.
"You'll need to fetch a blanket as the one on my side..." He gave just the slightest grimace as he reached over to show her above his clothing that it ran from just above his hip, running down a good five inches. Yes, that one had been one of pride.
Though the fact that she seemed unbothered by the thought of seeing him naked was a bit of a wound to his pride. The women he'd been with before had been eager to see him naked and had seemed to like what they had seen. None of them were so detatched. He had worked very hard and had a damn good body to show for it. Better yet, not a single scar that anyone could see. The last thing he wanted was to scare people off when they looked at him!
He shucked off his shirt, bristling in the cool morning air but waited as she grabbed him a blanket of sorts to cover up with before having her hold it up and look away while he dropped his trousers. Then he sat back down on the bed, covering everything but the nasty wound up. Looking at it now in the light from the window across from the bed, he could better see it. A pleased look crossed his face. It was rather wide, a bit of the top layers of skin torn away. At least he wasn't coming here for a scratch. It wasn't going to be an easy fix - even with stitches and it was going to hurt like hell if she decided it needed to be cleaner that he'd already made it.
But she was right, it was definitely bleeding again. Not profusely or enough to be concerned but it would definitely have bled through his robes. "Alright then, no time to waste." He said, bracing himself for whatever treatment she thought would be best.
