[The injury across his cheek is easily noted, had been noted the moment Arenvald wandered into the tent. It sings brightly against the whiteness of his friend's warpaint, a stark difference in color and texture.
Connor reaches up to gesture at his own face with a finger, mirroring where the scratch lies across Arenvald's.]
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[The injury across his cheek is easily noted, had been noted the moment Arenvald wandered into the tent. It sings brightly against the whiteness of his friend's warpaint, a stark difference in color and texture.
Connor reaches up to gesture at his own face with a finger, mirroring where the scratch lies across Arenvald's.]
You were hurt.