Daemon doesn't think anything of getting his hands dirty setting things up as he listens, and as they talk; Caraxes lights a makeshift torch and Daemon builds a fire, in case he has to cauterize anything or boil water. He removes his tunic so he can push his sleeves up and clean his hands before he gets to Jon with a cloth from his pack, holding it there, observing the other man.
"Will seeing my scars make you feel less dire about it all?"
A little humor. C'mon, lighten up, they don't look too bad, despite the grim nature of them. Daemon does not point out that he experienced his own death before showing up in this place— it is not, he's sure, the same thing. He will not be returning to Westeros, or anywhere else in their known world.
"Sit down so I can clean this and stitch it. Bad place to get gangrene in, enormous trouble to amputate a torso, even a torso that's come back to life."
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Daemon doesn't think anything of getting his hands dirty setting things up as he listens, and as they talk; Caraxes lights a makeshift torch and Daemon builds a fire, in case he has to cauterize anything or boil water. He removes his tunic so he can push his sleeves up and clean his hands before he gets to Jon with a cloth from his pack, holding it there, observing the other man.
"Will seeing my scars make you feel less dire about it all?"
A little humor. C'mon, lighten up, they don't look too bad, despite the grim nature of them. Daemon does not point out that he experienced his own death before showing up in this place— it is not, he's sure, the same thing. He will not be returning to Westeros, or anywhere else in their known world.
"Sit down so I can clean this and stitch it. Bad place to get gangrene in, enormous trouble to amputate a torso, even a torso that's come back to life."