[ Joel huffs, not exactly amused but given the situation? As close as he's likely to get. ]
Good to know.
[ He's already taking stock of himself again, now, given the luxury of it, and he shakes his head at the question quickly enough. ] No.
[ What he doesn't say is that, conversely, he actually feels sort of... good. Worn out, maybe, but sore in a satisfied way. As if whatever he's done was somehow - cathartic, a relief, getting the poison out—
That thought shakes something loose, and Joel lifts his arm, pulling back the torn remnants of his sleeve and smoothing his palm over bloody but unbroken skin, as he slows to a stop. ] I was, though. I was bit.
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Good to know.
[ He's already taking stock of himself again, now, given the luxury of it, and he shakes his head at the question quickly enough. ] No.
[ What he doesn't say is that, conversely, he actually feels sort of... good. Worn out, maybe, but sore in a satisfied way. As if whatever he's done was somehow - cathartic, a relief, getting the poison out—
That thought shakes something loose, and Joel lifts his arm, pulling back the torn remnants of his sleeve and smoothing his palm over bloody but unbroken skin, as he slows to a stop. ] I was, though. I was bit.