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 Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 8:16 pm
"I guess I shouldn't be nervous around a gentleman. Good point," Grete replied, with a bit of a smug smile on her face, "I'm just not used to being treated this well. Especially by men."
Quickly, she racked her brain. Bandages or cloth; bandages of cloth...
"I'm not quite sure if I have those things. I mean, the only cloth I have is from my clothes. I don't think I have any bandages, either, though. I guess I'm just not prepared."
Grete then took in the last thing that Phillipe had said to her. She nodded weakly.
"Mm. Sitting would be good. I don't like blood. At all," Grete added, feeling weak and slightly defeated.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 9:33 am
"Ah, thats not'in good." Phillipe slipped his arm around her waist, guiding Grete carefully to her bedside. "Jus' relax an 'ave a seat..." His body was just as chilled as his hands were.
He gave Grete a skeptical look when she mentioned his manners. "On mah word, w'ere I ahm from, it is no' so unusual." He was quiet a moment after he helped her sit before adding, "Any man c'n put on mannahs, Mamzel Grete. Tankou...like a wolf inna sheep skin."
With a dry smile he untucked the bottom of his shirt, which thankfully while old was still quite clean, and tore some cloth from the already rough edge.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 2:43 pm
Grete was thankful as she sat down, yet felt a bit odd being led there, by the waist, no less, by a man she hardly knew. She certainly hoped that he wasn't, as he put himself, a wolf in a sheep's skin. She didn't let any of these feelings read on her face, however.
"Well, it's unusual to me. Maybe I'm just not usually around the right type of men," Grete replied, as she tried to relax. Injuries were had never been, and never will be her strong point.
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