[ 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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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. ]