[ Lancelot takes an unsteady breath and drops his eyes again, down to his wrists. He swallows. ]
He had me for near enough a week, I think. It could have been far worse.
[ It's hard to say, given the periods of dark and nothingness, but given the way some of the cuts and bruises on his face are fading it is likely near enough right. His wrists had lest time to heal, from the way he was constantly working at his bonds as if he might free himself.]
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He had me for near enough a week, I think. It could have been far worse.
[ It's hard to say, given the periods of dark and nothingness, but given the way some of the cuts and bruises on his face are fading it is likely near enough right. His wrists had lest time to heal, from the way he was constantly working at his bonds as if he might free himself.]