[That is...unexpected. Thrawn pauses, the edge of his knuckles pressed against one of the deeper cuts, having stayed there to check and make sure he is no longer freely bleeding (he is not). That he and Ren can coexist, working together as allies after their heated disagreement, is not so strange.
That he would consider the depth of the Chiss' wounds, rather than leaving at the first opportunity, is not.]
I thank you, but you need not concern yourself with my injuries.
[He turns on his heel fully, then. Searching for the dark, murky blur of Ren's silhouette in that closed-off space.]
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That he would consider the depth of the Chiss' wounds, rather than leaving at the first opportunity, is not.]
I thank you, but you need not concern yourself with my injuries.
[He turns on his heel fully, then. Searching for the dark, murky blur of Ren's silhouette in that closed-off space.]
I will be fine.