[As Varian steps closer, Fern steps back, his sword retreating back into his palm. Once it's gone he reaches up, holding his hand protectively over his injured shoulder.]
I don't want your help!
[He can't stop himself from snapping that. Better than shutting down, right? He makes a frustrated noise, taking another step away, and another, until he's reaching the nearest tree so he can lean tiredly against it.]
I'm already humiliated, why do you wanna make it worse??
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I don't want your help!
[He can't stop himself from snapping that. Better than shutting down, right? He makes a frustrated noise, taking another step away, and another, until he's reaching the nearest tree so he can lean tiredly against it.]
I'm already humiliated, why do you wanna make it worse??