Uncer inspected the wound. Luckily he wasn't squimish, and he actually did know a bit of first aid. He gathered supplies to mend the gapping wound in her side. He noticed that her arm was stretching the wound apart, so he untied it and lowered it so the skin was more comfortable. He figured out how to tie it again. "Idiots." He breathed. "Damaging my prize..." He muttered under his breath.

Ellaria kept her eyes closed, trying to shut everything out. She didn't move or flinch as he patched her up though.

Uncer was...surprisingly accurate and delicate with his repairs. He cleaned her off nice, as if taking care of one of his own swords or peaces of clothing. "You know." He began. "You're the lucky one." He stood up, putting a piece of hide over her stitched wound. "You'll live."

Ellaria hid a smirk, keeping her face completely blank, her eyes closed. "Until you're sick of fucking me, that is," she added quietly.

Uncer smirked at her and moved over, grabbing the side of the table and cocking his head. "Oh aren't you just a torch lit aflame." He breathed with a grin. "What makes you think I'll ever get sick of fucking you gorgeous?"

Ellaria slowly opened her eyes to look over at him. "Because men like you always get bored, eventually," she said quietly, with no emphasis. "It is why you must steal girls, tie them up, frighten them."

Uncer frowned and his nose curled. That seemed to tick him off. "I'm not like the others." He breathed. "I've found my prize. I intend to keep it."

Ellaria watched him passively. "No," she said softly. "You are not like the others. You are worse. You like the ones that fight back, don't you?"

Uncer frowned and shook his head getting angry. He didn't have a type. He had no idea what he was doing, to be honest, never having done this before. "You don't know anything about me." He hissed.

Ellaria actually smiled a little at him. "And you know nothing of me," she replied quietly.

"Well I'm here to find out princess." He grinned a little. But his face and expression was still angry and...there was a speckle of hurt? Insult...perhaps.

Ellaria laughed at that, shifting a little, getting more comfortable. "You will find out nothing," she said softly. She looked over at him. "Well? Shall we get on with it then?"

Uncer shook his head. "I just stitched you up." He gestured. "Don't think that's the best idea." He glared at her though. Maybe he should have picked someone who was scared and trembling...

Ellaria studied him for a moment. "Of course," she said quietly. "Wouldn't want to damage your new toy too early on."

Uncer smirked a little, but he was quickly starting to hate the abuse. "You know, I might just stitch your mouth shut if you don't shut up."