[It's a little wobbly at first, threaded with confusion as Bolin climbs to his feet and flings his shield back out. There's a smear of blood across Naruto's chest, from the soldier he'd just impaled, and it looks almost black in the waning light. He reaches for his friend's arm without really knowing what he's going to do- he's just worried, he's just trying to check on him. Naruto knows what it's like to suddenly be thrown off center in a fight. It's the almost shaken quality to him, the quick and shallow breaths he takes that tightens his gut. It's hard not to remember Bolin's face on the train, when everything had gone wrong.
His grip is firm, grounding, a band just above the earthbender's elbow.]
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[It's a little wobbly at first, threaded with confusion as Bolin climbs to his feet and flings his shield back out. There's a smear of blood across Naruto's chest, from the soldier he'd just impaled, and it looks almost black in the waning light. He reaches for his friend's arm without really knowing what he's going to do- he's just worried, he's just trying to check on him. Naruto knows what it's like to suddenly be thrown off center in a fight. It's the almost shaken quality to him, the quick and shallow breaths he takes that tightens his gut. It's hard not to remember Bolin's face on the train, when everything had gone wrong.
His grip is firm, grounding, a band just above the earthbender's elbow.]
Hey, Bolin.