[Fiole's doing his best to pay attention—he really is. Also, it dimly occurs to him that he was just presented to the king and queen in his current state; if he were feeling more coherent, he would be somewhat horrified.
Except he's not feeling more coherent, because bleeding heavily kind of does that to you. Even if the dripping blood doesn't make the fact that he's badly wounded all over apparent, red shows up rather prominently against white clothes.]
I need to wash these...
[Blame his skewed priorities on the fact that he's on the verge of passing out. He's still not entirely sure of what's going on right now, but it's getting increasingly harder to stay standing...]
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Except he's not feeling more coherent, because bleeding heavily kind of does that to you. Even if the dripping blood doesn't make the fact that he's badly wounded all over apparent, red shows up rather prominently against white clothes.]
I need to wash these...
[Blame his skewed priorities on the fact that he's on the verge of passing out. He's still not entirely sure of what's going on right now, but it's getting increasingly harder to stay standing...]