Redsand Canyon I wish I was special

Aquene pressured him, trying to draw him in to the confined space where she could tend his wounds, and he looked away from her to pointedly ignore her; after a few moments where Kallik and the woman spoke to one-another, he sighed and looked back over to them.

He had no intention of going inside. His wounds were bad, there was a heat to his skin that had started a few hours ago and would likely be worse if untreated. It was not something that poppies could fix but he made note of what was offered.

I'm fine here, he grumbled.

Germanicus might've given him a look too, or tried to order him about, but Glaukos was not willing to put himself in such a space, not when it reminded him of the months he'd spent captive. Not that any of these wolves knew of that piece of his history.

Let them think him a sullen fool, then. He'd rather be seen as some petulant asshole than a weakling, anyway.