Vincent holds back tears, wiping his eyes as he nods. "Naught but flesh wounds... my Lord. I.. I thank you." He bows his head low.
He lifts his head, sniffling still as Danielle fusses over his cuts and bruises. "I do not wish to be sent away to Midgard.."
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