Bear with me. This is probably going to get weird.
[rin replies next on a huff of a breath, seemingly sucking in her courage with the inhale. her fingers delicately work to roll up the material of his pant leg, almost as if she really was a doctor. it will be weird, she means, if he hasn't seen magic before—and there's no actual reason to think that he has, aside from that pesky suggestion in the back of her mind that there's something off, something weird about him, too.
she's red. she's not a coward and she's not seriously attracted to jason's snazzy motorcycle rider style or anything (that she'll admit), but she's still a healthy young woman tending to a well-muscled young man around her own age.
he didn't lie about the gravity of his injury. she takes in the swelling, eyes the shoddy brace, and inwardly winces at the pain it must be causing him. that sort of pushes away everything else, and pretty soon the soft palm of her hand is resting against his leg, just above wherever the splint would start.
and it starts glowing. beneath her hand, something is glowing.
he'll no doubt feel his leg react to it. it's the faint pulse of energy rousing to attention and moving underneath his skin; it's not painful, but the sensation of something like blood being re-situated along the length of his injury is a dull thrum.]
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Bear with me. This is probably going to get weird.
[rin replies next on a huff of a breath, seemingly sucking in her courage with the inhale. her fingers delicately work to roll up the material of his pant leg, almost as if she really was a doctor. it will be weird, she means, if he hasn't seen magic before—and there's no actual reason to think that he has, aside from that pesky suggestion in the back of her mind that there's something off, something weird about him, too.
she's red. she's not a coward and she's not seriously attracted to jason's snazzy motorcycle rider style or anything (that she'll admit), but she's still a healthy young woman tending to a well-muscled young man around her own age.
he didn't lie about the gravity of his injury. she takes in the swelling, eyes the shoddy brace, and inwardly winces at the pain it must be causing him. that sort of pushes away everything else, and pretty soon the soft palm of her hand is resting against his leg, just above wherever the splint would start.
and it starts glowing. beneath her hand, something is glowing.
he'll no doubt feel his leg react to it. it's the faint pulse of energy rousing to attention and moving underneath his skin; it's not painful, but the sensation of something like blood being re-situated along the length of his injury is a dull thrum.]
There's a lot of compression.
[no duh.]