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his work is interrupted when calloused hands cup his gaunt face, forcing his head to turn. the healer's eyes wide in astonishment, audacity. a feeling ripples through him then; one even he, a man who prides himself on his intelligence, cannot decipher. he'd always been adverse to touch, a bitter irony as a man who worked with his hands more often than not. for a moment, he tenses, muscles tightening as if he would pull away.

he doesn't. raedwulf motions to his lame leg, and cicero's jaw sets. there was a time once where his leg was his greatest insecurity, his greatest weakness. the cruel comments tossed at him as a child in seros, the way he'd become reclusive to avoid them. memories of many nights he laid ill beside his mother, wondering why he'd been cursed. bitter thoughts that still leave an acrid taste on his tongue. it is manageable now, as he grew to understand his limits. but there were still nights he'd stew in irate, wishing his leg was as sharp and capable as his mind.

it is the dichotomy between them; raedwulf strong and physically capable, cicero weak but blessed with the gift of knowledge. a small huff leaves him, a subtle shift of his leg. perhaps to hide it, to tuck it further against himself to shield it. but there is no judgement in the brute's gaze; only curiosity. it leaves the cleric feeling...unsettled. seen, when he did not wish to be.

"i was born like this." he explained. born a sickly child that overworked himself to overcome, to persevere. perhaps in that way they were alike. cicero guides the man's hands away now, expression troubled as he returned to his work. "no more questions. jsi rozptýlením." crushing blazing star, a medicine to ease any discomfort.

"eat." he mutters.