[ Ragged breathing follows the feather's retreat. Nerves keyed up, he doesn't notice the animal-like quandary in his direction nor the way the mass withdrawals into Allen or the protective manner they seem to spread over the grey wound. He's too far away, the feathers too bountiful to give him even a glimpse of the wound beneath in the second he had to look at the injury.
Shouto grits his teeth and stands. Ignoring the pain radiating from his hands, he makes his way up the stairs and back to Allen's unconscious form. His hands twitch in pain during his assessment. Takes a deep breath before he tries calling him. ]
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Shouto grits his teeth and stands. Ignoring the pain radiating from his hands, he makes his way up the stairs and back to Allen's unconscious form. His hands twitch in pain during his assessment. Takes a deep breath before he tries calling him. ]
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