#{ errr hi xoxo I don't know where they are or how he got hurt sorry it's 4am and my brain is off XOXO;

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continued from x || @thesellsword

He paused for only a moment longer than it took for the gravity of the situation to sink in before nodding stiffly at the sellsword’s words, quickly searching for SOMETHING that could help the other man. 

“What HAPPENED?”

There was more blood soaking the other man’s leathers than the squire had initially seen, and the sight had shocked him for half a second longer. But Bronn was certainly right - standing there doing NOTHING wasn’t exactly helpful. He paused, however, UNCERTAIN. He was no maester. There had been plenty of blood and gore the Battle of the Blackwater, certainly, but HE had not had to attempt to treat it. At least the wound didn’t seem entirely life-threatening, for now.

“How do I HELP? What do you need? Should I run and try to find a maester somewhere? Some wine?” He paused anxiously, eyes wide as they evaluated the other man.