[ his eye pops open the moment he hears them come close. a moment's flare of panic, wondering if perhaps that creature had turned back around to finish him off, but upon seeing who it actually was, he calms. ]
Yo.
[ he doesn't really move, but he certainly manages a small grin.
up close, she can see the extent of his wounds — sliced up from head to toe, tearing straight through fabric and skin and muscle. the cuts vary in sizes and depth, but most of the bleeding has stopped by now, though the pain still lingers and sets. what she cannot see, however, at least not as easily, is the unease and nausea that has settled deep in his chest, his mind. a nausea from the backlash of a flare of magical power, turning his skin paler, his brow slick with sweat. ]
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Yo.
[ he doesn't really move, but he certainly manages a small grin.
up close, she can see the extent of his wounds — sliced up from head to toe, tearing straight through fabric and skin and muscle. the cuts vary in sizes and depth, but most of the bleeding has stopped by now, though the pain still lingers and sets. what she cannot see, however, at least not as easily, is the unease and nausea that has settled deep in his chest, his mind. a nausea from the backlash of a flare of magical power, turning his skin paler, his brow slick with sweat. ]
...You're a lot smaller than I imagined.
[ hi. ]