"Hey, it's time for next class." Timothy called out to Han just as he was about to get up and leave the courtyard. "Where are you going? Didn't you say something about a stupid brotherly code or whatnot?"
So the guy actually remembered the term. Han Jing was kind of touched.
Still he didn't fancy going to the classroom when he realized that he stunk. Han gestured to himself and managed a grin, "I'm not sure if you can see the bloody shirt I'm—"
"What were you saying?" His companion asked and motioned to himself. Like him, the man sustained an injury in the abdomen from Lady Angelika's blade and so he did have some blood splattered across his shirt but it didn't soil the cloth that much.
Somehow, when the guy drank his healing potion, the results were almost instantaneous. Han grinned and shook his head, "Mine's a lot way worse than you, Tim. I rolled around the grass. Yours barely count."
