[Quentin starts getting Eliot ready. Pulling the sheets off of him and checking him over for injuries. He's on his knees next to the travoir, and he shrugs.]
We all had to learn battle magic. For... reasons? That doesn't really make me a fighter. A defender, maybe?
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[Quentin starts getting Eliot ready. Pulling the sheets off of him and checking him over for injuries. He's on his knees next to the travoir, and he shrugs.]
We all had to learn battle magic. For... reasons? That doesn't really make me a fighter. A defender, maybe?