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Arthur was quiet as the sound of voices buzzed around him for the most part, unable to pick up anything in particular. He glanced back up at the girl speaking to him before looking away once more, she was speaking to him - Straining, he listened. 'Well, do not get me wrong, I just wanted to make your life a bit easier and I am sure you can do something which none of can as good as you, so the time will come when people will ask for your help. Do you mind if I ask why you are apoligizing for. Oh- and where are my manners... I am Ashley Alice Blackswell the third, but its alright if you want to give me some kind of nickname, or call me Ashley or Alice, or something like that.'

"M-My name is Arthur... Arthur Love Valenstone..." he said, quietly, forgetting about her question about what he had been previously apologize for. "I don't mind what you call me, whatever you are happy with, i'll do my best to respond to. H-However, i have to remain skeptical about people asking me for help... I'm not particularly useful." His voice was practically inaudible at this point, trailing off near the end of his his sentence. His breath was more or less back to normal now and he felt much better than he had several minutes ago.

Than, he heard someone speak a bit more loudly than the others, and he looked over. There was a girl looking at him - Had she been speaking to him? "W-What, sorry..." He tried to remember and figure what she had said. If he remember alright, she had just asked if she wanted to come with them. They had been talking about firewood for a little bit, so he assumed that was what he was going to be gathering. "Y-Yes, i would love to come along." he said, standing up, although he took several steps away from the group. Standing up might draw attention to him, and he generally found too much attention to be suffocating and uncomfortable.

At this time he noticed that the wound from the bullet grazed his upper left arm had already clotted and wasn't bleeding much anymore - Most likely nothing to worry about now. He felt guilty when he saw that the wound has stopped bleeding, knowing that there were others who had been shot who were still probably in great pain - He had escaped with minor injuries. 'I wish i had more medical knowledge... he mentally lamented. 'Oh, bullocks.. However, he was glad that he could help with something! Even if it was gathering firewood or whatever he was about to do - His brain didn't seem to want to recover from the psychological shock enough to let him realize that things actually made sense around him.