Havelock tends towards the latter, out of sheer paranoia if nothing else.
In any case, his gaze still wanders even as he sits still, staring uncertainly at shadows as if he can pierce the darkness.
After a moment, slow and careful as if he expects someone to come upon him any moment, he hooks his fingertips under the ragged cloth at his shoulder and turns his head to examine the bloodied skin there.
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Date: 2011-05-27 11:44 pm (UTC)From:In any case, his gaze still wanders even as he sits still, staring uncertainly at shadows as if he can pierce the darkness.
After a moment, slow and careful as if he expects someone to come upon him any moment, he hooks his fingertips under the ragged cloth at his shoulder and turns his head to examine the bloodied skin there.