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"Idiot"

 His smile vanished instantly as the word processed, leaving him stunned by the rudeness.  Bad mood or not the name calling wasn't appreciated and it stung rather harshly seeing as he was going out of his way to help Clay out and hadn't even gotten a thank you yet.  Ears pressed back he stood up limbs rigid as he let Clay snark at him staring in silent confusion as the hurt turned to anger. First the glaring in the den and now this, he was starting to get pissed off himself. "If you want to do that be my guest" this time the growl underlining his tone wasn't playful but a warning of his slipping patience. The fact that they were friends wouldn't keep Clay safe if he didn't watch his mouth. Which was exactly what the Easthollian didn't do as he spat an accusation about him screwing around with Clarence.  "What? Seriously?" he blurted out laughing quickly pulling himself together and then putting two and two together, no longer feeling as amused "We're not fucking" he said exasperated and circled around to try and get Clay to look at him. "You saw him helping me tend my wounds...I couldn't get to my ear" there, easily explained right? He sighed, still angry as hell about  Clay's mouth which done it's own damage that  he wasn't as keen on forgiving easily like he had been in the meadow. Not without getting some payback at the least by continuing to taunt the clearly addled boy "Why does it matter anyway Clay, afraid you're not the only one sighing my name?" yeah, he was aware that delirium and fever were a thing but surely it had to still be embarrassing to hear. Even though it was something that tormented Valour's dreams every night as he slept by Clay's side.