Cantrius's gaze slid back to the wound on his arm. Hm. It did look worse than before, but maybe it was just...the black ooze or whatever it was? Either way, he figured it may look better if he cleaned it up a bit, and that might ease Barracuda's worries.
He grabs the end of his cape in his left hand, using it as a makeshift rag to wipe away the dark liquid. Cantrius winced as he put even that bit of pressure on and around the gash, acutely experiencing just how much more tender and sore it was. Still, just as he thought, the wound did look a bit better once he'd cleaned it up.
He grabs the end of his cape in his left hand, using it as a makeshift rag to wipe away the dark liquid. Cantrius winced as he put even that bit of pressure on and around the gash, acutely experiencing just how much more tender and sore it was. Still, just as he thought, the wound did look a bit better once he'd cleaned it up.