[The village is adequate neutral ground, and it affords him the presumption from someone else- that it could be guessed that this is where he lives. It's also further from bonfire square and by extension, further from the bonfire itself. Bruce's lantern is a perpetually dim shape, cradled in the crook of one bent elbow, and it's the clearest defining point for him- for where he stands against the dark trees, in the dark wood.
It was hardly an urgent request. He could make do if necessary. He could find other ways. But making his way into town will be an inevitability and that makes this step one of preparation.
The stitches near his back are crooked and too tight, they pull uncomfortably on the skin around it, but it isn't enough to really slow him. Bruce is as methodical as ever. He leaves early so that he has enough time to be there, waiting for her, and he keeps the glow of his lantern away from his face, obscuring the split over the bridge of his nose, the stitches through one eyebrow. The mottled bruising. The rest he can cover with his clothes, it is the face, unfortunately, that he can do nothing else for.]
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It was hardly an urgent request. He could make do if necessary. He could find other ways. But making his way into town will be an inevitability and that makes this step one of preparation.
The stitches near his back are crooked and too tight, they pull uncomfortably on the skin around it, but it isn't enough to really slow him. Bruce is as methodical as ever. He leaves early so that he has enough time to be there, waiting for her, and he keeps the glow of his lantern away from his face, obscuring the split over the bridge of his nose, the stitches through one eyebrow. The mottled bruising. The rest he can cover with his clothes, it is the face, unfortunately, that he can do nothing else for.]