[He hits Frey's hand away. He knows this isn't accomplishing anything. He knows he can't stand up on his own. But he does not want help from someone he hates everything about. Even the things he isn't sure he should hate or not...he hates those the most, for their impudence in confusing him.
He isn't thinking about the long-term of his leg's recovery; he'll have plenty of time to worry about that later. Right now, his mind scrambles for an exit out of this. he doesn't have his journal handy, but Freyjadour...
He glares up at him.] Give me your journal.
[He'll get a hold of Sayo, and.....sit here while he waits for her. In the fountain. And Frey can go away. This sounds like a much better plan.]
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He isn't thinking about the long-term of his leg's recovery; he'll have plenty of time to worry about that later. Right now, his mind scrambles for an exit out of this. he doesn't have his journal handy, but Freyjadour...
He glares up at him.] Give me your journal.
[He'll get a hold of Sayo, and.....sit here while he waits for her. In the fountain. And Frey can go away. This sounds like a much better plan.]