[ Laurent went, his hands sliding for the pins holding the other's chiton closed, tugging them free so that he could bare the other's chest, and inspect the damage he had done to his stitches for himself. ]
No, not to my understanding. [ He murmured softly, his fingers grazing over the skin nearest the wound, without touching it directly, worry knitting his brow. ] I woke up in the sea, with scratches and bruises. My last memories in Ios- trying to keep you resting.
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No, not to my understanding. [ He murmured softly, his fingers grazing over the skin nearest the wound, without touching it directly, worry knitting his brow. ] I woke up in the sea, with scratches and bruises. My last memories in Ios- trying to keep you resting.