[ the slide of Pitch's hand along the bandage wrings another soft noise from Jack, an involuntary shiver and his back arching, just the slightest bit, to follow the touch like the pull of a magnet. slowly, he blinks back into awareness, realising that there's no more fussing over the pull and positioning of the bandage, and he starts trying to collect his scattered thoughts. he hadn't even noticed that he'd gotten into such a blurry state. ]
Are— [ his voice cracks high, and he hurriedly clears his throat to try again. ] Are we done? All in one piece?
[ he feels surprisingly calm, almost drowsy, even while the pulse of his magic flutters in his chest. whatever fears he came in with have drained away to something below even his usual baseline anxiety. it hasn't yet sunk in just how much he lost track of things and how alarmed he should be about letting himself become so vulnerable while he's sitting here, wounded, in the Nightmare King's lair. ]
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Are— [ his voice cracks high, and he hurriedly clears his throat to try again. ] Are we done? All in one piece?
[ he feels surprisingly calm, almost drowsy, even while the pulse of his magic flutters in his chest. whatever fears he came in with have drained away to something below even his usual baseline anxiety. it hasn't yet sunk in just how much he lost track of things and how alarmed he should be about letting himself become so vulnerable while he's sitting here, wounded, in the Nightmare King's lair. ]