( didn't mean to bother him. the Huntsman frowns and a muscle jumps in his jaw, his annoyance apparent without him saying a word. it goes to suit that even this far out of the way, he couldn't find any solitude... though he darkly supposes that a younger human is at least less aggravating than older ones. he's not been around children enough to really know what they're like, though perhaps they've not learned the cruelty and selfishness of the older ones. it's not a lofty mark to hit, though. )
Surely not.
( he thinks if that were true, the boy wouldn't be bothering him, he'd have just kept on his way and that would have been the end of it. it seems foreign to imagine Achilles might be trying to make amends, considering no human he's ever met has bothered to apologize to him. the Huntsman glances over just long enough to ascertain his company isn't a threat before he goes back to trying to bandage his arm.
it's awkwardly placed, to tie up himself. he doesn't ask for help, though — he's never gotten help from anyone but the wolves, he knows better than to expect it from a stranger. even a young one. )
LOOK HOW SMOL
Surely not.
( he thinks if that were true, the boy wouldn't be bothering him, he'd have just kept on his way and that would have been the end of it. it seems foreign to imagine Achilles might be trying to make amends, considering no human he's ever met has bothered to apologize to him. the Huntsman glances over just long enough to ascertain his company isn't a threat before he goes back to trying to bandage his arm.
it's awkwardly placed, to tie up himself. he doesn't ask for help, though — he's never gotten help from anyone but the wolves, he knows better than to expect it from a stranger. even a young one. )