Dokja's expression darkens when he sees Eustace retrieve yet another dagger (really??) from the ground, taking notice of the way the other man grimaces when he bends down. So, the pair of them have been at it for a while, then? That works in Dokja's favor since he also feels like shit. ]
Ask nicely and I might.
[ No, he won't, in the same way he'd told Eustace to tell him to shut up just to pointedly ignore the demand. He fights the urge to look back down at hearing Ernesto's anxious response, wanting to keep his eyes trained on his advancing opponent, but he does reach down to gently brush the tips of his fingers in what he hopes is a reassuring manner against the injured man's arm.
He's not going anywhere, and he pushes himself back up to his feet, swaying slightly as he shifts most of his weight to one leg, the other showing the beginnings of a large bruise at the side of his knee. ]
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Dokja's expression darkens when he sees Eustace retrieve yet another dagger (really??) from the ground, taking notice of the way the other man grimaces when he bends down. So, the pair of them have been at it for a while, then? That works in Dokja's favor since he also feels like shit. ]
Ask nicely and I might.
[ No, he won't, in the same way he'd told Eustace to tell him to shut up just to pointedly ignore the demand. He fights the urge to look back down at hearing Ernesto's anxious response, wanting to keep his eyes trained on his advancing opponent, but he does reach down to gently brush the tips of his fingers in what he hopes is a reassuring manner against the injured man's arm.
He's not going anywhere, and he pushes himself back up to his feet, swaying slightly as he shifts most of his weight to one leg, the other showing the beginnings of a large bruise at the side of his knee. ]