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[Heh. HE WILL NEVER STOP, but he nods a little for her sake, hooking his hands over his horns to make this bandaging thing easier. His eyes keep moving over her though, eyeing the wounds he knows are there. The sooner she finishes with this, the sooner he can get to her... Patience, Summoner, patience...]

There wasn't anything else I could, do. I was trying to help...!

[She lets out a long-suffering sigh as she finishes up, then sits and glares at him. She's doing her best to look angry and unflappable.]

[...she's failing. Miserably. He smiles faintly after a second of looking at that sad pathetic tsun of a glare and offers his hands. He is going to hug you before he makes you let him help you finally]

Don't look like that...

[She tries to keep that glare in place, and doesn't hug him, just slips her hands into his instead. You can't seduce her mister!]

[Gosh, Handmaid, gosh. He's used to it more or less by now, but he's still a little hesitant... as he slides a hand up her arm and around her shoulders, leaning in a little]

[Come here, would you. Stop being so difficult]

[God she wants to be difficult but her resolve is fading. She bites her lip, then leans into him, slipping her arms around him hesitantly.

This doesn't mean she's not still upset!]

[Okay so they've worked on this some so it only takes him a little shifting to pull her closer and set his chin on her head]

It's okay... We got through it. [This time anyway. Who knows what'll happen next, but just being alive right now is good enough for him...!]

[More things to get used to: That strange, warm, fluttery feeling she gets when he holds her, and how safe she feels with him. She closes her eyes, and this time her sigh sounds contented. That blood loss is making her a little dizzy, though.]

I can't even let you out of my sight.

[Yes, he is very much aware of time passing, of the warm edge of blood he's found under his fingers here]

You're, not much better... you know. [Sighs... and starts to pull away before too long despite every gut feeling that says to just... lay down and hold her for awhile]

Come on. Let me see, where you're hurt.

[She makes a quiet sound of complaint when he pulls away, shooting him a Look. But after a second or so, she begins to unbutton her dress obediently. Her torso is pretty decently torn up.]

[Gives her a sympathetic glance back. Sorry sorry, but this is important too, especially once he sees how badly ripped up she is]

[Ugh UGH he failed so badly, good lord. Lets his eyes drift away, dragging a few bandages and... possibly some stitching things closer cause some of those look terrible. And then he snags a cloth and starts trying to clean them. His voice is softer, less confident when he speaks. Guh, moirail, why you do this to him]

This is bad...

[She hates hearing that tone in his voice, and she reaches out to touch his cheek hesitantly in a desperate attempt to comfort him.]

I'm fine.

[He... almost pulls away from her, but no. No, that whole impulse feels wrong. Instead he leans into it, and touches her wrist for a second as he switches gears and starts grabbing bandages]

You've, lost a lot of blood. [But he sounds a little better anyway? He's seen enough violence to know she'll be fine once he's done]

I can't die.

[She feels like she's always reminding him of this. Her wounds are inconvenient, not dangerous.]

[Pauses for a second, squinting at her]

Are you sure? The rules uh... are different here. [He always feels like he has to ask, like the answer may someday change. It is one of his many and constant worries, really]

I haven't yet.

[And really, she should have by now. But she's being nice and staying still for him, anyway, because she knows how much he worries.]

[Sigh]

Well let's uh... try to keep it that way. Okay...?

[Nudges her shoulder a little. Lay down. This one here def needs a few stitches...]

[She sighs right back, with an eyeroll for good measure, but lays down anyway. Stitches are not her most favorite thing in the world.]

[HEH. Well at least she's still as tsun as always. He'd really have to worry if she started getting sluggish on him]

[Strings the needle immediately and quickly - he is a soldier, he has done this a hundred times before - and reaches over to squeeze her shoulder. Trying to be reassuring before he gets going on this]

Lucky you, having me around to take care of you like this. [The confidence edges back into his voice, though it is for the moment... basically an affectation]

[That gets the slightest of smirks out of her.]

Just hurry up.

[Yes good, a smirk 8>]

Do I get a please, for that?

[She scoffs. Right now, all she wants to do is snuggle up with him and go to sleep. Not that she'll admit it.]

No.

[Yes he is having remarkably similar feelings, but he doesn't want to rush this and either fuck it up or make it hurt worse]

Well then, maybe I should take as long as possible...!

Are you trying to make me pass out?

[She knows he won't do it.]

[Of course he won't. He wouldn't do that to anyone, much less his dear stubborn moirail. But he's keeping her distracted from the worst of the stitching pains, and it is always fun to tease her about these things]

[Chuckles, and just like that, he's done, tying the string off and severing the extra with his teeth]

There. You're fine now. Stop whining. [Just taping a quick bandage over the top and there you go! Perfect. Smiles down at her, relief obvious in his eyes]

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oh my god help me

LKAJSDF I CAN'T THEY'RE JUST TOO CUTE

SOBS

/smooshes their faces

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