[ Words? Yoon thinks, trying to visualize it. All he thinks of immediately though is ointments and bandages and the methods he's used to, helping his friends, patching up Ik-Soo for all those years... ]
All I think of is that I want to help them. [ he mumbles, still frustrated. His thumbs rub her fingers gently, taking in the feel of her skin, where the injury is. Even with his eyes closed, somehow, he can tell. There's something, tingling and twitching beneath his own fingertips. He can feel the tingle and the focus from before solidifying. ]
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All I think of is that I want to help them. [ he mumbles, still frustrated. His thumbs rub her fingers gently, taking in the feel of her skin, where the injury is. Even with his eyes closed, somehow, he can tell. There's something, tingling and twitching beneath his own fingertips. He can feel the tingle and the focus from before solidifying. ]