"I'm afraid so," admits Curufin. In his own world, he had 600 years' worth of experience with wartime injury, and he knows better than to not cooperate with the healer, little as he likes being the patient. Besides, Maglor is waiting outside and if asked, would certainly lend his strength to help keep Curufin still. Curufin will not risk that -- he doesn't want Maglor suffering along with him.
He smiles weakly but humorously. "Do your worst, doctor!" In Beleriand, the Fëanorian brothers had no access to a healer who was capable of anesthetizing an injured person for surgery. That was a specialized skill that few had, and so it all had to be done with the patient awake, and sometimes screaming. Curufin is rather good at not screaming.
Luckily, chain mail is washable! But the light blue button-down shirt that Curufin found in one of the shops is ruined. Might as well just toss it in the trash.
He winces, wide-eyed, but makes no sound at all as the three separate wounds are cleaned and probed. Will might find one claw-tip in the puncture that is between two of the higher ribs.
"Didn't get Caedra, worse luck, but Vax and I did kill the three Vrocks, the winged demons. And then my brother and I accounted for a pack of those four-legged toothy types." He is actually rather grateful for the distracting questions that allow him to focus on information instead of the pain.
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He smiles weakly but humorously. "Do your worst, doctor!" In Beleriand, the Fëanorian brothers had no access to a healer who was capable of anesthetizing an injured person for surgery. That was a specialized skill that few had, and so it all had to be done with the patient awake, and sometimes screaming. Curufin is rather good at not screaming.
Luckily, chain mail is washable! But the light blue button-down shirt that Curufin found in one of the shops is ruined. Might as well just toss it in the trash.
He winces, wide-eyed, but makes no sound at all as the three separate wounds are cleaned and probed. Will might find one claw-tip in the puncture that is between two of the higher ribs.
"Didn't get Caedra, worse luck, but Vax and I did kill the three Vrocks, the winged demons. And then my brother and I accounted for a pack of those four-legged toothy types." He is actually rather grateful for the distracting questions that allow him to focus on information instead of the pain.