[Cor wants to protest as soon as Will starts speaking. There's something horribly embarrassing about the praise, a sense that the attention was wrongly given. Undeserved or liable to bring more conversation and that was never a good thing. When people talked about him it was never what he'd have wanted.

But it's different with Will. The same worries are there but also a little thrill, a rush of exhilaration that makes his pulse quicken and his breath catch. Especially as Will so openly dotes on him.]

Yeah?

[A breathless inquiry that he's too embarrassed to wait for an answer for. Instead he follows it with a soft, dismissive chuckle, kissing Will again before answering a little more reliably.]

Foolish for getting injured in the first place. And it seems Diacht focused on an idle thought, that a few years ago I would've been fast enough to stop that ambush.