The blood on his knuckles mostly belonged to him, though some traces of his opponents' blood could be found as well. The skin was torn raw due to the excessive force he used augmented with flux. Without the shield to absorb the impact his skin absorbed it instead, thus tearing it.
As the other woman got closer to examine his wounds, he blinked in recognition as her features slowly came into view.
"You! Nira'lia! The konti from the library!" He gasped in surprise. In his fatigue he had forgotten that she would not have recognized his form. However, his reference to the library might help her to connect the dots together if she had the wits to do so.
"I'm... I'm alright," He said, wincing even as he took another step. There was a pain within his stomach from where he was kicked, and he was very much not at all fine.
He would not explicitly admit it, but he would have welcomed help, and if she were to help patch him up he would not reject it.
As the other woman got closer to examine his wounds, he blinked in recognition as her features slowly came into view.
"You! Nira'lia! The konti from the library!" He gasped in surprise. In his fatigue he had forgotten that she would not have recognized his form. However, his reference to the library might help her to connect the dots together if she had the wits to do so.
"I'm... I'm alright," He said, wincing even as he took another step. There was a pain within his stomach from where he was kicked, and he was very much not at all fine.
He would not explicitly admit it, but he would have welcomed help, and if she were to help patch him up he would not reject it.