The real wrong side of the bed.

He reached out to take the staff, and his face paled. He'd tried to keep the pain from showing in a wince, and he suceeded, his face remaining cool, all but his eyes, which showed extreme pain. He dropped his hand back to his side, and used his right hand to rub his left shoulder. He forced himself to continue to look calm, but he could feel the waves of pain. The staff disappeared from her hand, and didn't reappear.

He gave her a weak smile. "I think I'll pass." he said, his voice full of the same cheer and 'cockiness' but the pain in his eyes still gave away his weakness.

He couldn't even remember how he'd gotten the injury. It was like his mind had just purged the memory because it was so terrible. Never-the-less, the only thing he remembered was getting yelled at by somebody, then waking up with his arm in a makeshift sling, and being told that he'd been out cold for three days. Whenever he overused his left arm, it wound up feeling as though somebody was stabbing him over and over. Deeply.

Ren smirked slightly at the irony. He never was any good at hiding what he felt. "Yeah. It's an old injury. But I'll survive. Thanks." he replied, playing the pain in his shoulder down, however, do to the extreme pain, the Texan accent that he hid mostly was coming out, as it always did when he was experiancing something extreme, like pain. The accent caused him to drawl his words without even thinking about it.

He was suddenly struck by how feminine she looked in the moment, and found himself wondering if she knew how she looked. Judging by her personality so far, he figured that he'd better not tell her on pain of death. He grinned lightly at his mental joke, but sat on the ground, never-the-less.

While he was not one to take sympathy easily, he also was not one to enjoy pain, and tried to do anything possible to make it go away faster. Sitting and taking it easy counted as making it go away faster. Had he been alone, he would have teleported a tensor bandage that he had around all the time, removed his shirt, and wrapped his shoulder the way that his grandfather had taught him, but he wasn't willing to do that right now, so he'd live with the pain until he got back to his room.

Had he been anywhere else, around anyone else, he probably would have remained completely normal, but the way she asked where he was from made a small tinge of pink, not even noticable, appear in his face. No matter how hard he tried, that accent came out. Not that it was a bad thing. He was proud of being a cowboy, he was just, a rare thing in this part of the world. "Yeah. I'm a Texan." he nodded, giving up on his accent, which was still very thick, considering he'd just moved from Texas this year.

Then she asked where it hurt. The way she asked, and the look on her face, made him want to scoot away from her, if only for the reason that he wasn't used to people caring about him. "Don't worry. I can fix it." he said, almost tiredly. While he wasn't comfortable taking care of his wounds in front of her, the pain was very extreme today, so he decided that he really had no other choice.

He concentrated for a second, and the tensor bandage popped up. He removed his shirt, revealing how much stronger he was than he looked normally, and with dexterity, wrapped his very scarred shoulder, before putting his shirt back on. "There. All better." he drawled easily. He actually found himself relaxing without having to focus on masking his accent.

Ren nodded. "It was. I lived in a city with my parents, until I got a job on a ranch. I still miss the ranch, but that's about all there is back in Texas that I miss." he shrugged, and immediately regretted the action, wincing slightly. Because he was so unused to having his accent, he was amazed at how soft and carefree it made him sound.

"Glad that your feeling a bit better, looks like that wound was a pretty bad one."

He laughed. "Yeah, pretty bad alright, and the funny part is, I don't even know how I got it." he drawled easily, an amused smirk on his face. He really didn't care at the moment, what she thought of him one way or another, though it felt as though his mind was shutting down.

Ren rested his head on his good hand, looking up at her from his position on the ground with amused eyes. "I've been called many things, but adorable's a new one." he drawled easliy, still surprised by how femine she was. He knew that she didn't know, because of how she'd acted earlier, and he wasn't going to tell her, because it was so rare to find a girl who was open to him. He smiled gently.

"I'm pretty sure my mind blocked that one out." he chuckled, blinking slowly. He was relaxed, and that was new. Not that he never appeared relaxed, he just wasn't used to letting his guard down. As soon as he thought it though, the guard came back, completely invisible, but still there.