His first step wavers a little, lacking his usual assured stride; he's leaning on Lucina, though making a detectable effort to do so as little as possible. She's got her own injuries. And he'd anticipated a wait when the number of injured on their team so vastly outnumbers healers. Jin can manage-- or, rather, he can make himself manage.
Another quiet moment passes as they make their slow way forward. Suddenly, Jin clears his throat, concealing (albeit somewhat poorly) a hiss of pain. The gash stings, and the bloom of red on his side isn't slowing as quickly as he'd hoped. Not fatal, but gods, it's not all that pleasant.]
But-- you could distract me. Have any good stories to tell...?
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His first step wavers a little, lacking his usual assured stride; he's leaning on Lucina, though making a detectable effort to do so as little as possible. She's got her own injuries. And he'd anticipated a wait when the number of injured on their team so vastly outnumbers healers. Jin can manage-- or, rather, he can make himself manage.
Another quiet moment passes as they make their slow way forward. Suddenly, Jin clears his throat, concealing (albeit somewhat poorly) a hiss of pain. The gash stings, and the bloom of red on his side isn't slowing as quickly as he'd hoped.
Not fatal, but gods, it's not all that pleasant.]
But-- you could distract me. Have any good stories to tell...?