[Alfendi does as he's told, mostly, keeping still and staring blankly ahead. It's... it's not... it. hm. it just. it doesn't make things much better. he was told to act like a cadaver, and that's pretty much exactly what he's doing. he doesn't even flinch when hershel's rag pushes against the more tender side of his injury, but his eyes do start to water and his breath hitches in his chest. GOD PLACIDFENDI IS SO WEIRD]

You know, I'm not sure many families get into a situation like this. Death looming around every corner, men being wounded by monsters and other men alike... I'd hardly call this par for the course.

[he doesn't blink when he talks. he is weird]

Are we nearly done? [HOW UNGRATEFUL]