[He's hyper-aware of their surroundings because what else can he focus on? He has to cover their collective backs. Moving isn't an option and getting out of the way isn't possible and Bolin is here with him- fighting tooth and nail to dig him out. There's a clang when he deflects a projectile with the blade of his knife, and a puff of breath he uses gravity magic to snatch a spell out of the air. Naruto tries to measure his breathing, to keep himself under control or at the very least to be aware of it because he can feel his body going half in and half out. He remembers this feeling. He doesn't want to lose control like that again, especially if it means hurting someone he cares about in the process.
Bolin feels almost cool to the touch, and Naruto is distantly aware that the reason that feeling is possible at all is because his own temperature is climbing. Sweat sticks his shirt between his shoulder blades. And then the rock cracks, and there are arms around his body, tugging him up and out.]
It's okay, [He repeats, not an attempt to placate, but to let Bolin know that he isn't so far gone that he can't function. That he can still think. That he isn't a burden that needs to be carried in his entirety. He keeps one arm wrapped around his neck, keeping them pinned to one another as the exchange of mana ebbs and flows between them.] I'm okay. -Thanks.
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Bolin feels almost cool to the touch, and Naruto is distantly aware that the reason that feeling is possible at all is because his own temperature is climbing. Sweat sticks his shirt between his shoulder blades. And then the rock cracks, and there are arms around his body, tugging him up and out.]
It's okay, [He repeats, not an attempt to placate, but to let Bolin know that he isn't so far gone that he can't function. That he can still think. That he isn't a burden that needs to be carried in his entirety. He keeps one arm wrapped around his neck, keeping them pinned to one another as the exchange of mana ebbs and flows between them.] I'm okay. -Thanks.