Broken Boulder i dont even feel like writing

his emotions had gotten the better of him, blinding him to the twisted, ugly wound upon alarian's head. but now as the governor spoke, he saw it, and a measure of shock entered his gaze, enhanced further by his friend(?)'s words. he tried not to let his eyes linger too long on the marred skull, instead looking somewhere along the bridge of alarian's nose, attempting to keep his face impassive.

"oh?" just a single syllable in (seemingly) nonplussed inquiry, head tilted slightly to the side. "that's. . ." nice? no. great? no. interesting? yes, but that came off more biting than he wanted. he shook his head, clearing the half-hearted remark from his mind entirely. "what happened?" he asked, dipping his muzzle toward the wound instead, sympathy coating his words.