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Quentin Smith, 23

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[pharmacy]

A-Yao. He attacked you?

[poorlittlesange]

I--

[it is a blur; who had lashed out in violence first? it is such a simple detail, yet a crucial one, and he can't recall it no matter how hard he tries. in frustration, he balls one fist in the bedsheets.]

--I can't remember. I remember our argument, and then when I came to, I was on the ground. Perhaps I struck him first, but I... I truly can't remember.

[pharmacy]

[ At least he got home. At least they didn't decide to take whatever price they wanted from the Void-touched out of Jin Guangyao. He tuts to himself, going for the shop side of the apothecary for something for the pain. ]

I'm coming. 

[poorlittlesange]

[a spike of panic as he belatedly makes a connection his unconcussed brain would have clocked immediately: that Quentin will have to venture out into the streets to get to his house by the moot hall.]

It isn't safe. Quentin, I will be fine; please don't worry about me.

[pharmacy]

[ Quick, toothy, he shoots back: ] I'm gonna fucking worry, Jin Guangyao, let me do something about it at least!

[poorlittlesange]

[the sharp response silences him abruptly, but his instinctive withdrawal from Quentin's anger is short-lived. there's no threat in it; quite the opposite, in fact. tentatively, he extends his awareness out to Quentin's mind again, a delicate touch.]

Very well. [soft,] Avoid any crowds on your way, and please don't go near the boarding house.

🎀

[pharmacy]

Nothing's gonna happen to me. I'll be careful. [ At least, as long as he has someone relying on him on the other side. ] Just--take it easy till I get there. It's gonna be okay.