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Your character has either been injured/sick and had to be taken in (possibly against their will) or has been the one to help somebody like the former. Through the mending process, the two characters in a thread have fallen in love - or at least grown closer and more affectionate.
[Undeterred, Lys gently flicks excess moisture from the swab, buying time until her hands stop trembling. Exhaustion, she thinks, or maybe just adrenaline. Only a little of either shows in her voice as she talks, babbling on like a forest brook in springtime to distract herself from the blood.]
Of course you're gonna be fine. You're tough as nails, Alisaie. Otherwise you wouldn't have gotten off this light. [Scooting closer, wincing the whole way, she frowns at the long, messy gash. Speculative, wondering if it'll need stitches.] But we can't let this get infected, right?
[And without waiting for an answer, Lys starts gingerly wiping the wet-cold swab along the wound, dabbing away flecks of debris. She doesn't have true antiseptic, but a mix of water, vinegar and herb extracts should work just as well. And sting just as much.]
[ oh it certainly stings, and alisaie hisses hard through her teeth as the tincture touches her wound. though she tenses, she does not pull away. this is by no means her first rodeo.. even the scent of the antiseptic is familiar enough to evoke a hundred memories. ]
Son of a --
[ she swears through her teeth. try not to punch anything, alisaie.. ]
[Muttered distractedly as she finishes wiping down the jagged wound, inspecting it one more time before grabbing the gauze and beginning to wrap up Alisaie's leg in neat, measured passes. Around and around, the roll unspooling steadily as she does the job one-handed.]
two idiots, 1 medkit: welcome to the blunderdome
Of course you're gonna be fine. You're tough as nails, Alisaie. Otherwise you wouldn't have gotten off this light. [Scooting closer, wincing the whole way, she frowns at the long, messy gash. Speculative, wondering if it'll need stitches.] But we can't let this get infected, right?
[And without waiting for an answer, Lys starts gingerly wiping the wet-cold swab along the wound, dabbing away flecks of debris. She doesn't have true antiseptic, but a mix of water, vinegar and herb extracts should work just as well. And sting just as much.]
no subject
Son of a --
[ she swears through her teeth. try not to punch anything, alisaie.. ]
How is your arm?
no subject
[Muttered distractedly as she finishes wiping down the jagged wound, inspecting it one more time before grabbing the gauze and beginning to wrap up Alisaie's leg in neat, measured passes. Around and around, the roll unspooling steadily as she does the job one-handed.]
no subject
[ she lifts her eyes from her leg, her brow furrowed. the stinging is becoming more tolerable now, at least.. ]
I'm just concerned that it's not shattered beyond repair. Is that so strange?
[ sorry for CARING!! ]