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"If you can speak, please tell me what your injuries are. My sight alone may not be able to detect all of them."

Rivven takes a moment to remember if there'd been anything he'd might have forgotten because of his black out, absently running a hand along the ornate crest scarred into his forearm. "Well... first of all there's the hole through me..." He said, gesturing to the long but thin wound from when he'd been stabbed by the spearhead, that did in fact go most of the way from his front to his back, located just below his ribs. "...then there's... well, all the lacerations it feels like my back is covered with, and my feet are probably marked up a bit from all that running around in the woods. There's these little roughed up parts of my hands..." he said, holding one up and looking at the injury on his palm, where it looked as if a very thick, rather dull saw had been pulled across it once or twice. "Other than that my problem is mostly just exhaustion. I wore my chakra down to just about nothing, and had to use the last of it to defend myself, as I was already too tired to defend myself purely physichally. But I didn't pull it down so low as to kill myself, so I should just need rest for that." He sighed and laid a hand across his own forehead for a moment. "S-sir... what can you do for treating... w-well... old scars..." He put his hand down over the one on his forearm again, almost immediatly. A scar shaped after an ornate crest, with a gauntleted fist as it's center. There was also of course the one on his back, larger and more ornate, if that was possible, with a phoenix in its center. But neither could have had a thing to do with the visit to the clinic. Both were nine years old, but he couldn't wait to be rid of the damn brandings, if it was at all possible to remove them.

Rivven grimaced, not at the bandages or the touching of his wounds, but the scars. "Not physichal pain... but I'd like to get rid of them if I can. If you can do that... if that's not too much to ask... it's just... bad memories. That would be the simplest way to put it." He sat as still as he could, pretty still despite how tired he still was, and let the doctor attend to the wounds. The only thing he really needed was the large wound tended to, he could ignore the others until he was well enough to start dealing with them himself, but he didn't want to be rude, and it was probably best he not risk letting them get infected, and then tire himself out healing them as soon as he was well rested again.

"I shouldn't, but I'll keep it just in case. I recover rather more quickly than... what would be expected." Rivven said, taking the bottle from the man and tucking it into one of his pant pockets. He stood, unsteadily, and straightened himself, wiping a hand through his silvery white hair to put it back in place, not that it was ever combed, but he liked it to have a sort of a part to it, though white hair must have looked odd on a body that seemed to be between seventeen and eighteen, though Rivven was pretty sure he was older than that. Another thing he couldn't remember. Rivven bowed to the doctor, not deeply, but respectfully non-the-less. "Thank you very kindly sir. I owe you all much for the help you've given me." He straightened and looked around once more, trying to get a feel for direction, so he could go and find his clothes and weapons, before he left. "I thought I was just a guest here when I asked for refuge, but it seems you all consider me one of you now. I'm very appreciative... h-however... I should speak to someone with some sort of authority or such here... I don't know, you can all probably defend yourselves it seems, but t-there's something I should warn someone about..." He uncomfortably forced himself to let the words out, putting an arm over the scar on his right forearm as he spoke. He wanted to forget about his old masters, be free of them. But if these people would be in danger, he needed to warn them, especially after they'd been so kind to him.

((Okay, now my stupid computer is letting me see your last post. It wasn't doing that until just now. sweatdrop ))

Rivven nodded, and bowed again to the man. "Thank you, again, sir. My name is Rivven Dilys. If you ever need a favor, I will be most honored to be able to pay my debt to you. Until then, good day." He stood straight again, and turned to leave. Let's see... I should be able to find the spot where I left my knife and chain with the dead body... and then it shouldn't take long to get to the springs and find my clothes. Then I'll go back to my room for some rest...

"The man you're looking for is taking a break right now." he should have gotten an assistant "Can I help you. Apparently I have nothing to do for the entire day."

She smiled warmly and motioned to the table. "Used to be with the army, this isn't such a stretch." her eyes zoomed in on his stomach "How many bullets? You must be a talented fighter to survive so many."

"You see some races dodge bullets every once and awhile. No need to blush!" she laughed and whipped out some bandages. Aes had set up his office just like the one in his hometown, so she knew her way around fairly well "There was this one patient of his that kept hurting herself, so I guess he can get a little depressed. But he's got his hands full with the kid now naturally" she continued chatting away as she looked at the wounds. "I might need to put you out..."