( what a buzzkill. Law makes a face when she gets up, head hanging to let out a breath that's both disappointment and relief. )
I'm not hurt, I'm just...
( i mean literally he's hurt but whatever. frowning, he takes her hand and gets to his feet, glancing down at where he's bled through. awkward, but he'll just... press his hand against that spot and blot it with his shirt, which is probably not how you treat a burn, but too bad. )
I totally would've got it eventually. If you're not used to your strength, you need to learn to hone it, anyways.
Again with that talk? I literally came back from the dead, can you give me a moment here?
(but she's much more worried about him than being controversial, anyway. her bag probably has bandages, since she can't really treat her wounds like she did back home. you know, with a stapler.
she takes the roll out, rolling her eyes.)
I can kick your ass another time. Take off your shirt, dude.
( hello WHEN? he's sensitive about this stuff, you know. that's enough of a distraction to keep him from protesting this demand to divest himself of his bloody shirt, not that he... would really anyway. it's not much of a shirt, a long tunic slitted all the way up the sides. he pulls that off with a wince.
he's a mess of burns and scratches, especially all over his back and shoulders, but the one he tore is on his side. they all look pretty crappy, but at least they've healed over. )
Yeah. Ekko... Ekko got in my way, and we fought. I was weak. So I exploded both of us and a bridge. He lived, I died. I didn't tell you?
(color her surprised.
as she wraps the bandages around him, she makes sure they're snug, but not overly tight not to irritate the wound. she's not terrific at it, but she also isn't too terrible.)
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Date: 2022-01-28 04:23 am (UTC)I'm not hurt, I'm just...
( i mean literally he's hurt but whatever. frowning, he takes her hand and gets to his feet, glancing down at where he's bled through. awkward, but he'll just... press his hand against that spot and blot it with his shirt, which is probably not how you treat a burn, but too bad. )
I totally would've got it eventually. If you're not used to your strength, you need to learn to hone it, anyways.
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Date: 2022-01-28 04:28 am (UTC)(but she's much more worried about him than being controversial, anyway. her bag probably has bandages, since she can't really treat her wounds like she did back home. you know, with a stapler.
she takes the roll out, rolling her eyes.)
I can kick your ass another time. Take off your shirt, dude.
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Date: 2022-01-28 05:29 am (UTC)( hello WHEN? he's sensitive about this stuff, you know. that's enough of a distraction to keep him from protesting this demand to divest himself of his bloody shirt, not that he... would really anyway. it's not much of a shirt, a long tunic slitted all the way up the sides. he pulls that off with a wince.
he's a mess of burns and scratches, especially all over his back and shoulders, but the one he tore is on his side. they all look pretty crappy, but at least they've healed over. )
...I haven't seen my healer friends yet.
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Date: 2022-01-28 05:38 am (UTC)(color her surprised.
as she wraps the bandages around him, she makes sure they're snug, but not overly tight not to irritate the wound. she's not terrific at it, but she also isn't too terrible.)
This should help a little bit.