[ That one looks rough. He makes a sympathetic noise under his breath and, after a beat for his new friend to catch his breath, leans forward to offer a hand up.
It's funny: he hasn't touched people this much in thousands of years. Here, it's a million little brushes of fingers to wounds, handshakes, neighborly assists. Nobody cares. He's just some ordinary guy with ordinary hands, ink stains on his fingers.
It's kind of brutal. It's kind of refreshing. He will never unpack it out loud for a single soul, no matter how it knives at him. ]
We might need more than a bandaid for that arm. Will you join me somewhere a little more private?
[ There's his little borrowed clinic here among the flowers, sure. It's not much more than a tent he drifts in and out of when it suits. But hanging around the edge of Lumenwood means hanging around the edge of the forest, and nothing will bother them once they cross the line of trees.
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It's funny: he hasn't touched people this much in thousands of years. Here, it's a million little brushes of fingers to wounds, handshakes, neighborly assists. Nobody cares. He's just some ordinary guy with ordinary hands, ink stains on his fingers.
It's kind of brutal. It's kind of refreshing. He will never unpack it out loud for a single soul, no matter how it knives at him. ]
We might need more than a bandaid for that arm. Will you join me somewhere a little more private?
[ There's his little borrowed clinic here among the flowers, sure. It's not much more than a tent he drifts in and out of when it suits. But hanging around the edge of Lumenwood means hanging around the edge of the forest, and nothing will bother them once they cross the line of trees.
Nothing John can't swat like a fly, anyway. ]