[He just continues to glare down at her before there's a growl of frustration as he turns on his heel, stalking out of the room because saying anything more would be, as she said, "a waste of time." And it's not as if she doesn't have a point—he also worries how long he'll be able to stay in control if this spell does return. But that's all the more reason for him to be frustrated by her just completely throwing herself away to try and help him instead.
He doesn't want that.
He's never wanted it.
But for now he just had to shove all that away as he quickly looks and finds a pail he can fill some fresh water with. Fortunately there's a well nearby and it doesn't take long for him to draw from it as well as find some clean cloths. So with both in hand, he makes his way back in the room and sets it all down before tending to her like.
no subject
He doesn't want that.
He's never wanted it.
But for now he just had to shove all that away as he quickly looks and finds a pail he can fill some fresh water with. Fortunately there's a well nearby and it doesn't take long for him to draw from it as well as find some clean cloths. So with both in hand, he makes his way back in the room and sets it all down before tending to her like.
In strained, tense silence.]