[ His name spoken startles him, and in an unknown tone. Someone else must be in the room, Mister Toguchi? --but when Robby's head snaps to attention, his wide eyes find Mister LaRusso's omen in its full form. One that should maybe be surprising, startling itself (where had it gone before--?), but Robby's dealing with his own panicked heart, looking back at Mister LaRusso with that reassurance given. Lowering his own hurried breathing, just so he can hear the man's more steadied breath...
It's a painful kind of relief. He wants to squeeze the shoulder he's holding, but lowers his hand away instead; ignores the way the slight weight feels on him, tries not to make the comparisons. Listening to the sound of Mister LaRusso in sleep helps, his own limbs still sluggish, heavy, and stubbornly ignored. ]
...He nearly died, [ Robby speaks, voice low. Glancing afterwards at the omen, his tone raising. ] --will he be okay? Does he need special help?
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It's a painful kind of relief. He wants to squeeze the shoulder he's holding, but lowers his hand away instead; ignores the way the slight weight feels on him, tries not to make the comparisons. Listening to the sound of Mister LaRusso in sleep helps, his own limbs still sluggish, heavy, and stubbornly ignored. ]
...He nearly died, [ Robby speaks, voice low. Glancing afterwards at the omen, his tone raising. ] --will he be okay? Does he need special help?
[ Magic? Some other supernatural aid? ]