[ It takes him a moment to catch up, because he was so certain that they’d made it out okay, that when his gaze hits the mangled mess of her arm, he doesn’t even realise what she means at first. And then it dawns on him, his heart clenching into something quiet and sad.
She hadn’t wanted him to see, so he doesn’t freak out. ]
It’s okay. [ Voice thick with concern despite his resolve; concern laced with disapproval.
His hands don’t leave her, one hand going to the mess of a shoulder to summon a healing spell, feeling the tug at his mana, exhausted and left defenceless from exertion if they should encounter enemies. With his minimal amount of mana, and Rook-level abilities it doesn’t do much other than stem the bleeding, and Bolin only hopes that he doesn’t make it worse as he picks her up, carefully with the injured arm tucked in toward his chest. ]
Don’t worry; we’ll get you patched up! Don’t worry.
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She hadn’t wanted him to see, so he doesn’t freak out. ]
It’s okay. [ Voice thick with concern despite his resolve; concern laced with disapproval.
His hands don’t leave her, one hand going to the mess of a shoulder to summon a healing spell, feeling the tug at his mana, exhausted and left defenceless from exertion if they should encounter enemies. With his minimal amount of mana, and Rook-level abilities it doesn’t do much other than stem the bleeding, and Bolin only hopes that he doesn’t make it worse as he picks her up, carefully with the injured arm tucked in toward his chest. ]
Don’t worry; we’ll get you patched up! Don’t worry.