"Oh, I'm making it worthe!" Unfortunately, Giles has found Psiioniic in quite the unfortunate temperament. The Condesce is still on him, he is still away from his best friend who is suffering greatly, and he is still tied to the goddamn bed. This is not a good day, and he intends to tell anyone who will listen.
"How am I making it worthe when the only thing I've tried to do ith thtay away from her!" Another helpless kick of his legs. "GET OFF OF ME!"
Even with the squirming, however, should Giles choose to really inspect the wound on the Psiioniic's neck, he'll see that it was previously closed, but has somehow seemed to have reopened. It's shallow, really, and obviously from a blade of some sort. Miraculously, no major veins have been sliced through. Any other blood is coming from his ears, or maybe his eyes, but those have since stopped and are just dried streaks along his skin.
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"How am I making it worthe when the only thing I've tried to do ith thtay away from her!" Another helpless kick of his legs. "GET OFF OF ME!"
Even with the squirming, however, should Giles choose to really inspect the wound on the Psiioniic's neck, he'll see that it was previously closed, but has somehow seemed to have reopened. It's shallow, really, and obviously from a blade of some sort. Miraculously, no major veins have been sliced through. Any other blood is coming from his ears, or maybe his eyes, but those have since stopped and are just dried streaks along his skin.