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“For the millionth time- I’m fine-” Renly grunted in annoyance, attempting to push the other away as he propped himself up on one elbow, blood staining his tunic. “It’s just a small cut-“
Achilles did not quite let Renly push him away though he did relinquish his grip on the other man. A frown painted his lips, his hands still tentatively touching the other and he made a face at the words.
‘Your Grace, you know as well as I that it is a particularly large cut, if it can be called a cut at all,’ he chided. Renly Baratheon was a good a fighter as any, Achilles thought, but a little reckless, a little excitable–then again it was something he greatly admired about the man.
'Just let me help you, or, at least, find somebody else who can, I shan’t the loss of a King’s life on my shoulders.’