[He nods. Sitting on the floor is natural enough, so he does so with grace, carefully extending his leg for her to examine.
The "bandage" binding it clearly isn't meant to be a bandage at all--it's bloodstained, now, and only about a finger's width, with a cloud pattern embroidered on it. He removes it with extreme care, folding it gently and resting it on his lap, one hand on top of it like he's worried about losing it.
Up close, it may be obvious to her that his leg was intentionally broken; in the process of healing, but with pressure put on it. Even more visible are the puncture wounds from a large beast's fangs. SOMETHING WENT CHOMP ON THIS BROKEN LEG. There are probably bits of medicinal herbs still clinging to the torn fabric (and did I mention his clothes were obviously soaked in water and improperly dried?), but if there were enough herbs initially to do anything, there certainly aren't now. IT'S A MESS.]
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The "bandage" binding it clearly isn't meant to be a bandage at all--it's bloodstained, now, and only about a finger's width, with a cloud pattern embroidered on it. He removes it with extreme care, folding it gently and resting it on his lap, one hand on top of it like he's worried about losing it.
Up close, it may be obvious to her that his leg was intentionally broken; in the process of healing, but with pressure put on it. Even more visible are the puncture wounds from a large beast's fangs. SOMETHING WENT CHOMP ON THIS BROKEN LEG. There are probably bits of medicinal herbs still clinging to the torn fabric (and did I mention his clothes were obviously soaked in water and improperly dried?), but if there were enough herbs initially to do anything, there certainly aren't now. IT'S A MESS.]