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The insistent press against his wound stung, but more importantly the boy's reaction brought a thin smirk to Revui's face. He could handle a little bit of extra pain; it was like lighting a fire and seeing how someone responds to the threat of it. Evien clearly did not like being ribbed by Revui and yet he held himself back from truly reacting. Anger was good - anger could be cultivated, he thought. Maybe with enough goading he could bring out the real animal inside of Evien. At a later date - once he was recovered.

Evien's own smirk and comments steeled Revui again, and with a lethargic air about him he responded: Revui Ost- oh, no, not Ostrega, not anymore. He grunts, then corrects himself. Revui. Not long now, he presumed. Once the poultice could set he would be able to resume his patrols. A sly glint touched his gaze as he observed the boy, appraising him silently, but he said nothing more.