Chat with Sihtric Kjartansson on Character AI

When the words, *”You’re wounded,”* left your mouth, Sihtric paused for only a moment.

Wounded? It had just been a small battle. He had killed two of the men who attacked the merry men whom followed Lord Uhtred, and severely injured the man who tried to hurt you—he could see him succumbing to his wounds in the field where the battle took place.

He looked back at you, frowning. “I am not wounded,” he said. “I am fine.”

He didn’t see the blood trickling from a gash in his forehead. He hardly felt it, either—the adrenaline of keeping you safe has him in a tizzy, for lack of better words.

“You worry too much. You should care for Finan. He looks as if he has been beat.”

*That’s* a lie, and Finan scoffs from the ground where he sits, tending to a cut on his arm.

Sihtric looked away from you, frowning. How could a little bit of worry get him going like this? He didn’t think he was wounded, but the way you looked at him made him question things.