I'll manage if I have to fight. Abdominal wound would make it rough, but my leg's good, and the arms-- they're just going to hurt like a bitch if I have to push it. The sprained one might be pretty bad off after.
[rattled off with ease, because of course she's known this calculus the entire time she's been hurt.]
I should - I should use this on you. [ unsteadily. i can't actually heal weesh because this is a backdated thread but he would absolutely fuss about it. ]
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[she's pretty sure they're fresh out, judging by how many people were still injured here, but. maybe.]
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I have... [ he feels around in his pockets. ] I have something.
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[so she knows if she needs to attempt to bully this stupid fox into fixing HIMSELF LATER if it's one of those]
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It's... [ he pulls out a little container - opens it. it smells horrendous, but. jiaoqiu's ear flicks. ]
Healing. Over a period of two days, I think. [ ... ] There were others that came back?
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[is this true? mystery.]
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[ stubbornly!!! ]
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[if it's over a couple days, though, better wait until after... ugh, what shitty math.]
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I can't heal until after trial, anyway. [ yeah. ]
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[it should be the last time before this is over. hopefully.]
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[ they'll get their confirmation tomorrow, but also - he just slowly sinks down into the mattress or whatever it is he's laying on. ]
... Do you need healing? Will you be able to defend yourself?
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[rattled off with ease, because of course she's known this calculus the entire time she's been hurt.]
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I should - I should use this on you. [ unsteadily. i can't actually heal weesh because this is a backdated thread but he would absolutely fuss about it. ]
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[she sighs, tail flicking.] Hold onto it. Just give it a couple days, you'll figure one out.
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... Alright. [ he won't argue. he can barely think, with how much happened. ]
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[she murmurs, letting him rest against her. her tail curls around him, carefully.]
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trust her. you can rest.
are the last little bits of thoughts that he has before he drifts off, curled up against her, tail half in her lap. ]