[ he manages to sound somewhat irritable, here, though not because he's annoyed, per se... but rather because the last thing she needs is to make her own situation worse. ]
Room.
[ with a flick of his fingers, he removes the splint, and then swiftly reaches for his sword, holding it in front of him. ]
Scan.
[ don't mind him as he checks her well-being by literally scanning her body, identifying everything that's wrong at once. ]
Your wrist is healing, but not as well as it could. You don't have a concussion, so your symptoms aren't because of your head. It's more likely because of exhaustion and dehydration. [ sighing, he slings kikoku back over his shoulder. ]
I know you're waiting for the dead to resurrect, Elektra-ya, but I didn't think that involved keeping yourself from getting better.
[ her neutral, if unhappy, expression shifts into irritation at his first sentence, and she fumes silently as he removes the splint and uses his sword to scan her for any further injuries or illness. ]
I don't want him to be alone when he wakes. [ it's meant to sound harsher than it is, but she's too drained for it to have as much bite as she wants it to. which kind of proves his point, much to her chagrin. ]
[ if it was rosinante here... he'd be doing the same thing, waiting for him to wake. ]
But when he does wake, do you think what he wants to see is you, half-dead of exhaustion and injuries? [ then, with a raised eyebrow and a flat tone, ] Unless that's what he likes.
[ look he just wants her to take care of herself and not ignore her own health here. which is him being a giant hypocrite, but let's not focus on that.
because room is still activated, he expands it further, further, until it reaches to the nearest place he can feel has some water and a sandwich. (it may be soldat on his patrol. oops.) suddenly, they're in his hands, and he holds them out to her. ]
Here. You've got one working arm. Eat while I fix up the other.
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[ he manages to sound somewhat irritable, here, though not because he's annoyed, per se... but rather because the last thing she needs is to make her own situation worse. ]
Room.
[ with a flick of his fingers, he removes the splint, and then swiftly reaches for his sword, holding it in front of him. ]
Scan.
[ don't mind him as he checks her well-being by literally scanning her body, identifying everything that's wrong at once. ]
Your wrist is healing, but not as well as it could. You don't have a concussion, so your symptoms aren't because of your head. It's more likely because of exhaustion and dehydration. [ sighing, he slings kikoku back over his shoulder. ]
I know you're waiting for the dead to resurrect, Elektra-ya, but I didn't think that involved keeping yourself from getting better.
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I don't want him to be alone when he wakes. [ it's meant to sound harsher than it is, but she's too drained for it to have as much bite as she wants it to. which kind of proves his point, much to her chagrin. ]
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Believe it or not, I understand.
[ if it was rosinante here... he'd be doing the same thing, waiting for him to wake. ]
But when he does wake, do you think what he wants to see is you, half-dead of exhaustion and injuries? [ then, with a raised eyebrow and a flat tone, ] Unless that's what he likes.
[ look he just wants her to take care of herself and not ignore her own health here. which is him being a giant hypocrite, but let's not focus on that.
because room is still activated, he expands it further, further, until it reaches to the nearest place he can feel has some water and a sandwich. (it may be soldat on his patrol. oops.) suddenly, they're in his hands, and he holds them out to her. ]
Here. You've got one working arm. Eat while I fix up the other.