He leaned over and ran his hand under the faucet. The water was indeed warm.
He looked up and saw his reflection in the glass. He looked... well. He looked as if he'd nearly died. He gingerly pulled his shirt up and then off, the blood soaked mess of fabric falling the floor at his feet, leaving his back and the marque covering it to Vax'ildan. But he was currently concerned with the thin white line that remained where the stab wound had been. He ran his fingers over it in wonder.
Re: for Vax (Greeting)
He leaned over and ran his hand under the faucet. The water was indeed warm.
He looked up and saw his reflection in the glass. He looked... well. He looked as if he'd nearly died. He gingerly pulled his shirt up and then off, the blood soaked mess of fabric falling the floor at his feet, leaving his back and the marque covering it to Vax'ildan. But he was currently concerned with the thin white line that remained where the stab wound had been. He ran his fingers over it in wonder.