This is the loudest Barrow has spoken since the conversation started, and even then it's not by a lot-- he's just alarmed, perhaps even a little offended, not that he would ever raise his voice to someone as gentle as Colin.
"Maker, I'm not an invalid." He laughs, but it's a bitter sound, and directed mostly at one of his hands, which he's flexing uncomfortably. "I hardly did a damn thing, anyway." Bedrest. It's not fair, when he practically had to be carried like a damsel through the enemy castle, such a burden to so many and ultimately of so little use.
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Date: 2020-07-27 06:50 am (UTC)This is the loudest Barrow has spoken since the conversation started, and even then it's not by a lot-- he's just alarmed, perhaps even a little offended, not that he would ever raise his voice to someone as gentle as Colin.
"Maker, I'm not an invalid." He laughs, but it's a bitter sound, and directed mostly at one of his hands, which he's flexing uncomfortably.
"I hardly did a damn thing, anyway." Bedrest. It's not fair, when he practically had to be carried like a damsel through the enemy castle, such a burden to so many and ultimately of so little use.