[ it's been a lot. physically, emotionally. she's just finished taking minato to safety -- on top of farnese, and blake, and after all that, she's catching her breath. she's felt mista in the periphery -- she has that kind of connection with will, already, so it was just in the background as she focused solely on her work. and not thinking about what happened, or how sore she is, or the state he's in, or.... anything. ]
[ all the bits of feelings he picks up from her are muted, shoved to the side. unimportant. she can't risk being negative. there's enough going wrong. so it all melds into a steely determination. ]
[ of course, when she sees mista, it's overtaken by relief. ]
Mista!
[ she's definitely hugging him, but moving carefully with her glass leg. ]
[Poor Maya. Poor Maya's leg. Poor . . . his own feelings, weird and heavy and confused. They all coalesce into something vaguely threatening of weepiness at the sight of her, at the feeling of her relief and his own together, at the way she moves so carefully to hug him.]
Hey, shorty.
[Squeezing his eyes shut tight, he presses his face against her hair and hugs her as tight as he can without making himself hurt worse. And . . . then maybe a little more than that, because he needs it.]
Does that hurt? [The leg, he means. Also, all of her.]
[ honestly, she genuinely isn't upset about her leg or the impressive amount of bruises she's collected. and that's probably worse. ]
Hey, dummy.
[ said with nothing but warmth, in response to him. she leans into his hug, not even caring if it stings a little. his presence steadies her out -- he can tell. ]
No, it's fine. It just gets in the way, a little. I'm just--- I'm just glad you're okay.
[Okay enough. There's some skepticism — he's pretty sure it gets in the way more than a little, but it's not like this is the time to critique her on that. He briefly entertains the idea of just lifting her up and carrying her away somewhere, but then dismisses it on the grounds that if he hits her leg against a tree she's fucked.]
I got all my limbs on and everything. Two eyes. All my hair.
[He almost feels like he could laugh, a little. Just being near her is comforting, just being able to feel that her location is Here and he is also Here and if he needed to help, he could. He doesn't know if that's the Oath or just how he is, but either way, it helps.]
You need to sit? [Since she's technically standing on one leg . . .]
[ she's definitely deserving of the skepticism. good decisions have not been made. she lets out a little breathy laugh -- the feeling's mutual. she leans her weight a little into the embrace, taking off some pressure on the glass leg. ]
You've even got your hat.
[ probably internal injuries on top of that arm but well. he's alive. she's grateful for that alone. ]
No, I... I just need a minute, then I can go back to helping. [ there's a brief pang of guilt and sadness (over farnese, over blake), before it forcibly smooths back out. she doesn't want to pull out of the hug just yet, she can hear his heartbeat and it's comforting, but... ]
[Kind of a warning, but at the same time . . . it's not like he doesn't get it. Every instant of rest feels like wasted time and lives lost. He screws his eyes shut, momentarily frustrated, a burst of anger at the whole situation before it settles into that same old grief and exhaustion.]
[ she's not keen on it --- there's too much to do and too many people who need help and if she keeps busy she doesn't feel the pain as badly, but mista wants her to take a few minutes, so she will. ]
[ maybe if they stay like this, he can forget about wonderland, even for a second. she grips him a little tighter when she feels his frustration and grief. ]
I know some first aid. I could make you a sling and draw samurai on it to give you strength.
[Okay, so. He does need a sling. That's true enough, and very practical. But honestly, he's more excited about the samurai. They're going to help way more in setting his bone.]
[He nods.]
I need 'em, for sure. That'd be cool, if you could.
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[ all the bits of feelings he picks up from her are muted, shoved to the side. unimportant. she can't risk being negative. there's enough going wrong. so it all melds into a steely determination. ]
[ of course, when she sees mista, it's overtaken by relief. ]
Mista!
[ she's definitely hugging him, but moving carefully with her glass leg. ]
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Hey, shorty.
[Squeezing his eyes shut tight, he presses his face against her hair and hugs her as tight as he can without making himself hurt worse. And . . . then maybe a little more than that, because he needs it.]
Does that hurt? [The leg, he means. Also, all of her.]
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Hey, dummy.
[ said with nothing but warmth, in response to him. she leans into his hug, not even caring if it stings a little. his presence steadies her out -- he can tell. ]
No, it's fine. It just gets in the way, a little. I'm just--- I'm just glad you're okay.
[ he's not, but he knows what she means ]
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I got all my limbs on and everything. Two eyes. All my hair.
[He almost feels like he could laugh, a little. Just being near her is comforting, just being able to feel that her location is Here and he is also Here and if he needed to help, he could. He doesn't know if that's the Oath or just how he is, but either way, it helps.]
You need to sit? [Since she's technically standing on one leg . . .]
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You've even got your hat.
[ probably internal injuries on top of that arm but well. he's alive. she's grateful for that alone. ]
No, I... I just need a minute, then I can go back to helping. [ there's a brief pang of guilt and sadness (over farnese, over blake), before it forcibly smooths back out. she doesn't want to pull out of the hug just yet, she can hear his heartbeat and it's comforting, but... ]
Your arm... I, um, I might be able to help.
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[Kind of a warning, but at the same time . . . it's not like he doesn't get it. Every instant of rest feels like wasted time and lives lost. He screws his eyes shut, momentarily frustrated, a burst of anger at the whole situation before it settles into that same old grief and exhaustion.]
You think? Even without . . .
[No healing, and whatever.]
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[ maybe if they stay like this, he can forget about wonderland, even for a second. she grips him a little tighter when she feels his frustration and grief. ]
I know some first aid. I could make you a sling and draw samurai on it to give you strength.
[ clearly that's the most important part. ]
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[Okay, so. He does need a sling. That's true enough, and very practical. But honestly, he's more excited about the samurai. They're going to help way more in setting his bone.]
[He nods.]
I need 'em, for sure. That'd be cool, if you could.
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[ mista is right and he should bracket text it. the samurai are much more important. ]
So, let's do it..... when you're good to go.
[ if he wants to stay like this a little longer, that's fine too. ]