[Blue winces again when the man hits the floor once more, stomach clenching. Rosinante may be used to it, but he sure isn't! it seems almost nonsensical to be just...pouring a drink while that's going on, and yet...what else can he do?
he looks over once he's done, exchanging the look Rosinante wears before looking back to the drink.]
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he looks over once he's done, exchanging the look Rosinante wears before looking back to the drink.]
No, it's alright. I will get myself water.