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[Mmmmmmmm. His lips part a fraction, drawing in a slow breath at the care inherent in the touch.]
I did feel something. Difficult to say whether it was real, or merely a powerful memory. Having not observed any ill effects yet today, I was ready to assume it was the latter.
I did feel something. Difficult to say whether it was real, or merely a powerful memory. Having not observed any ill effects yet today, I was ready to assume it was the latter.
No pushing yourself, then, until you can tell for sure. Where?
[he keeps his hand where it is; he doesn't want to press on the bruise, but he does move his hand to feel around it, applying gentle pressure to make sure nothing seems to be fractured or otherwise damaged.]
[he keeps his hand where it is; he doesn't want to press on the bruise, but he does move his hand to feel around it, applying gentle pressure to make sure nothing seems to be fractured or otherwise damaged.]
When she struck my chest, the feeling of it. It reminded me of how I died.
[He's breathing slowly, more shallow than deep, but the plane of his chest still swells and recedes with air every time he draws in and releases it.]
Pressure to the center, and an ache around the heart.
[He's breathing slowly, more shallow than deep, but the plane of his chest still swells and recedes with air every time he draws in and releases it.]
Pressure to the center, and an ache around the heart.
And no pain since then except for the bruise...? If it isn't recurring, it might have just been a reminder, but tell me if you feel it again.
[he removes his gloves, then rests his hand flat over his heart, taking the other to press a thumb against his wrist. one more quick check.]
[he removes his gloves, then rests his hand flat over his heart, taking the other to press a thumb against his wrist. one more quick check.]
[Oh. Well. Not that he's one to invite being fussed over, necessarily, but there's something familiar in the way Ryn does it. The way he can almost imagine a tender art thou in need of healing offered up alongside it. There's no cool wash of healing aether, only dry skin against his own damp limbs, but he could call up the memory of it if he tried.
The fact that his pulse has quickened a bit probably doesn't have anything to do with an erratic heartbeat, however.]
You're welcome to check me over more thoroughly, if you're so inclined.
[the way he says it, it's hard to tell whether that's a serious medical offer or not.]
The fact that his pulse has quickened a bit probably doesn't have anything to do with an erratic heartbeat, however.]
You're welcome to check me over more thoroughly, if you're so inclined.
[the way he says it, it's hard to tell whether that's a serious medical offer or not.]
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