Craven chose to ignore the comment about thermal underwear. He chose to ignore it because he was the bigger person, and he wasn't going to give in to taunts or baiting. No, he would not give Wreath the satisfaction.
But his hands were clenched and his teeth were beginning to grind together. Prisoners should not be talking back. Prisoners should not be amused, unless they were using the humour to cover up fear, which Wreath just... wasn't. It would be downright creepy if it wasn't so infuriating.
"Maybe not blindness on its own," he agreed, managing a much more level tone this time. "But losing one's eyes while conscious and aware does tend to hurt, Cleric Wreath."
He couldn't quite avoid a bite of sarcasm around the word 'Cleric.' It didn't matter. "You were, as you said, wriggling around in pain in a cell the whole night. This morning, you were painfully blinded. And an hour ago, you were smiling. What do you know that we don't?"
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But his hands were clenched and his teeth were beginning to grind together. Prisoners should not be talking back. Prisoners should not be amused, unless they were using the humour to cover up fear, which Wreath just... wasn't. It would be downright creepy if it wasn't so infuriating.
"Maybe not blindness on its own," he agreed, managing a much more level tone this time. "But losing one's eyes while conscious and aware does tend to hurt, Cleric Wreath."
He couldn't quite avoid a bite of sarcasm around the word 'Cleric.' It didn't matter. "You were, as you said, wriggling around in pain in a cell the whole night. This morning, you were painfully blinded. And an hour ago, you were smiling. What do you know that we don't?"