What can I say about a warm bath that others have not said more elegantly? By feel, I scrubbed underneath each scale, knowing that I'd have to wipe under each to remove the soap before it dried enough to damage the skin.
Is that a flaw, do you think? That our Systems give us options to protect us from fire and bleeding and disease, and yet the lowly [Itch]...
Quite right, Bearer Thomas walked in while I was doing that.
"By the Sun." he said, trying to hide his expression behind a hand. "Is that..."
Yes, still blind. Still not unaware of what was going on around me.
"Tiny new limb." I said, waving at him with it. "In a day or two, it will be covered with tiny little scales. In a week or so, provided there is food, I'll be unable to prove to a justice that my eyes were gouged out."
"Two weeks, maybe three, this..." I waved at him with the new arm, "will be as large as this one." I waved at him with the uninjured one.
Yes, that Inherent Longevity warps the perception of Dwarves and Elves and every other race that has it (maybe less on Dragons, given their natural armor and breath weapon). Rhishisikk is careful not to die, but the idea that he might go multiple thousands of years with a lingering wound just hasn't occurred to him.
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PS. Yes, I know this is chapter 666; not deliberate, but I'm too amused by the coincidence to not comment on it.