[it's something vaguely discerned, the shape of the other man made out through his one bleary eye, and whilst he takes in the myriad marks on him, it's unlikely to be anything he has the capacity to dwell on until the morning. He'll think of it then, most likely, how he came to receive them, the battles he likely endured but for now...now it's becoming an effort to think clearly about much of anything.
He is awake though, and lifts a gloved hand to his head as though to steady himself (never mind that he's sprawled now, flat on his back), just as the question comes.]
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He is awake though, and lifts a gloved hand to his head as though to steady himself (never mind that he's sprawled now, flat on his back), just as the question comes.]
I'm not quite so far gone as that yet, no.
[Not quite.]