[ She still hesitates a little even with his permission, but that's just her nature—as she starts tearing off his sleeve and carefully turning it into a long strip, though, her expression is focused, her eyebrows knit together in concentration. This is, perhaps, the only thing she can do that she has confidence in... healing and helping others is her self-proclaimed purpose, so it would be pretty bad if she wasn't decent at it, wouldn't it?
Her expertise is reflected in the attentive way she cleans and wraps up the cut, each loop of fabric even and straight. When she's finished, she steps away and gives him a fleeting, tentative smile. ]
Um... there. [ Then she wrings her hands, looking like she's about to say something else... it's coming... she'll definitely get it out eventually... he's just so intimidating...! ]
Th-Thank you! [ There it is. ] For helping me... I-I'm really grateful. [ She would've been toast otherwise, and she knows it. ]
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Her expertise is reflected in the attentive way she cleans and wraps up the cut, each loop of fabric even and straight. When she's finished, she steps away and gives him a fleeting, tentative smile. ]
Um... there. [ Then she wrings her hands, looking like she's about to say something else... it's coming... she'll definitely get it out eventually... he's just so intimidating...! ]
Th-Thank you! [ There it is. ] For helping me... I-I'm really grateful. [ She would've been toast otherwise, and she knows it. ]