[He can grimace and sigh all he wants, but Jill is still insistent on checking him over. When will the men in her life let her care for them as much as they have cared for her? It only comes natural to her and much like a disapproving mother, she gives a little sound that she doesn't like the look of this bruise.
And then Clive begins to explain. So she doesn't like the look or the reason behind the bruise. It, in fact, might just be a little worse than the situations she had imagined up. At least Jill would have expected either Benedikta or Barnabas to have hit Clive, but Cid? They're going to have a little chat as soon as he wakes up.
Or not. Because that bang and the loud curse startless Jill out of her reverie and she's staring back at Clive with the same panicked expression, only to follow right behind him to the doorway, standing on her tiptoes to try and see what's happening beyond Clive's burly frame.]
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like the look of this bruise.
And then Clive begins to explain. So she doesn't like the look or the reason behind the bruise. It, in fact, might just be a little worse than the situations she had imagined up. At least Jill would have expected either Benedikta or Barnabas to have hit Clive, but Cid? They're going to have a little chat as soon as he wakes up.
Or not. Because that bang and the loud curse startless Jill out of her reverie and she's staring back at Clive with the same panicked expression, only to follow right behind him to the doorway, standing on her tiptoes to try and see what's happening beyond Clive's burly frame.]