[ It's instinctual to refuse. Harold always dislikes medical attention, though he isn't irrational about it; it's not that he refuses treatment entirely, but he accepts the bare minimum. There's an intense aversion to sharing his vulnerabilities with others, and a lifelong habitual shyness that simply makes him reluctant to disrobe.
But for once in his life, Harold finds he might agree. He's sick of dealing with it and he's sick of being in pain. He has no taste for self-punishment, and it's on the very long list of things he feels is extremely pointless right now. ]
Help how? [ he asks, turning to face Gorgug, engaging some measure of interest. He might accept, but he's still cautious, wants to know the details first. ] Magically?
[ As for his friends dying -- Harold really can't see the point in talking about that, either. He's aware he's still deeply in shock and doesn't feel inclined to move past it yet, to the part where he has to actually experience the loss. ]
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But for once in his life, Harold finds he might agree. He's sick of dealing with it and he's sick of being in pain. He has no taste for self-punishment, and it's on the very long list of things he feels is extremely pointless right now. ]
Help how? [ he asks, turning to face Gorgug, engaging some measure of interest. He might accept, but he's still cautious, wants to know the details first. ] Magically?
[ As for his friends dying -- Harold really can't see the point in talking about that, either. He's aware he's still deeply in shock and doesn't feel inclined to move past it yet, to the part where he has to actually experience the loss. ]