[ He huffs lightly and looks away, closing his eyes as if he's tired - now that the adrenaline rush from the fight is starting to wear off, he's becoming more aware of his scrapes and bruises. There's a long cut across his forearm which he begins to poke at casually, not even wincing at the pain that spikes up at the touch. ]
.. Did you poison your trident? [ Because normal wounds weren't supposed to burn like this. 8I ]
..... BITES YOUR LIP >D
.. Did you poison your trident? [ Because normal wounds weren't supposed to burn like this. 8I ]