The squeeze of his hand from a calmed, now-slightly-drugged Ben did wonders nonetheless, and when Ari extracted his hand again it was with renewed focus, and he moved away to select the most promising thick paste to try on the scarring.
A fleeting sympathetic smile crossed his face at Ben lamenting about his own stupidity. It was not stupidity, and Ari knew it well: it was because he would never stop charging into danger to help people. Be it flooding or fire, mountain trolls or flying brains, there he would be.
“Well, you never know,” Ari said with burgeoning optimism, not believing it a jot even as he said it, “this might be the last one.” The last scrape that ever found Ben? Unlikely.
But at least at this rate Ari would never be out of a job.
A fleeting sympathetic smile crossed his face at Ben lamenting about his own stupidity. It was not stupidity, and Ari knew it well: it was because he would never stop charging into danger to help people. Be it flooding or fire, mountain trolls or flying brains, there he would be.
“Well, you never know,” Ari said with burgeoning optimism, not believing it a jot even as he said it, “this might be the last one.” The last scrape that ever found Ben? Unlikely.
But at least at this rate Ari would never be out of a job.
