[ Verso follows Gustave's gaze as he checks over himself. Scrapes, cuts, clearly not unhurt, but also still standing there without looking like he's in much obvious pain. He does seem well. And importantly, Gustave's questions seem to have at least temporarily left the "where have you been" track, and as long as Verso can keep it that way until he makes his leave. This will all be an unnecessary but ultimately harmless mistake.
And when Gustave asks? Verso glances down briefly, but he only takes a brief check of his arms, shifts his weight from foot to foot -- making too much of a show of it would only make it seem more suspicious, in hid mind. Verso is entirely capable of not healing his wounds immediately, and now and then he's realized that he should do that sometimes, keep some scrapes and bruises. Unfortunately, he tends to forget in the moment, his body taking over to mend itself a new. ]
Not too bad.
[ He immediately moves on. ]
I hope I didn't damage your arm.
[ Verso gestures vaguely in the direction of Gustave's metallic arm, on the socket, lips briefly thinning into a line as he studies it for a few seconds, trying to ascertain how its attached and how much strain he'd put on it by forcing it to bear the man's whole weight. But its nothing he can tell on sight. He has to ask some questions, push the conversation in an actual direction. Get Gustave talking. The arm seems like a good bet -- and Verso is curious. ]
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Date: 2025-05-23 07:47 pm (UTC)And when Gustave asks? Verso glances down briefly, but he only takes a brief check of his arms, shifts his weight from foot to foot -- making too much of a show of it would only make it seem more suspicious, in hid mind. Verso is entirely capable of not healing his wounds immediately, and now and then he's realized that he should do that sometimes, keep some scrapes and bruises. Unfortunately, he tends to forget in the moment, his body taking over to mend itself a new. ]
Not too bad.
[ He immediately moves on. ]
I hope I didn't damage your arm.
[ Verso gestures vaguely in the direction of Gustave's metallic arm, on the socket, lips briefly thinning into a line as he studies it for a few seconds, trying to ascertain how its attached and how much strain he'd put on it by forcing it to bear the man's whole weight. But its nothing he can tell on sight. He has to ask some questions, push the conversation in an actual direction. Get Gustave talking. The arm seems like a good bet -- and Verso is curious. ]