[Carltis]

They were trying to comfort him, like he was some scared kid or something.

...The hand on his back was nice. Maybe, just maybe, he lent against it slightly. "I don't need any bunk," he growled at Becka, but it was a tired growl lacking real teeth. He was tired; he'd been at this for hours and he'd been kicked and pummelled and had his head slammed against walls and floors and now his face was ripped open. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to rest for a while; there was still Siata and her big brute wher by the doors.

"...I suppose I could stay here for a bit though. If it would make you lot feel better." Currently he didn't have much dignity to cling onto - collapsing on the floor and throwing up everywhere would do that to you - so and scraps of it he could pull together were worth their weight in gold. If he was staying here because the others needed him here, that was okay.