[ at least it's good to see her work station is in... well, working order. but either way, he'll take what he can get. for all his judgments, he's not likely to be discriminatory considering she's gone to the effort to help him out. for now, that's as simple as obeying her request and taking a seat, smoothing the blanket with his hand.
in the process, her dog doesn't overly preoccupy him in its curiosity. peculiar looking as it is, Levi weaves legs around it getting to the bed, and then offers it an idle hand to sniff while he begins to roll the same sleeve of shirt up to the elbow. the wound is on his inner forearm, wrapped in a clean, thin layer of gauze. he takes the liberty to remove the bandages right away, revealing a long cut edging dangerously close to the joint. it isn't actively bleeding, but neither can the edges be pressed together by hand.
he extracts his hand from the dog and extends his arm to Sieglinde. ]
[The dog seems pleased with being humored, at least, tail wagging as it thoroughly snuffled over the hand it was offered. The plus side to a skull-face... no wet dog nose?
But Sieglinde takes over when Levi offers his arm, reaching out and curling small fingers gently at elbow and over wrist, experienced despite her age and size.]
You've kept it quite clean, that is good...
[Hummed, nodding to herself as she followed the line of the cut, noting its proximity to the join and the definite need for stitches if magic wasn't to be used.]
I will further purify it with a potion of my own, if you don't mind.
[She moved to begin rifling through some of the vials on her desk, pulling out one that was filled with a clear liquid, the scent acrid when she popped the lid.]
[ while it might be true that the use of magic to heal wounds is questionable to him in its newness, he's satisfied enough with her assessment and her professional demeanor (and not offended by any curious tongues on the dog's behalf) that he sees no need to refuse. ]
All right. [ thus his arm stays calmly outstretched, resting on his knee, as she begins to rifle through her things. still, he can't help but be curious about the application. ]
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in the process, her dog doesn't overly preoccupy him in its curiosity. peculiar looking as it is, Levi weaves legs around it getting to the bed, and then offers it an idle hand to sniff while he begins to roll the same sleeve of shirt up to the elbow. the wound is on his inner forearm, wrapped in a clean, thin layer of gauze. he takes the liberty to remove the bandages right away, revealing a long cut edging dangerously close to the joint. it isn't actively bleeding, but neither can the edges be pressed together by hand.
he extracts his hand from the dog and extends his arm to Sieglinde. ]
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But Sieglinde takes over when Levi offers his arm, reaching out and curling small fingers gently at elbow and over wrist, experienced despite her age and size.]
You've kept it quite clean, that is good...
[Hummed, nodding to herself as she followed the line of the cut, noting its proximity to the join and the definite need for stitches if magic wasn't to be used.]
I will further purify it with a potion of my own, if you don't mind.
[She moved to begin rifling through some of the vials on her desk, pulling out one that was filled with a clear liquid, the scent acrid when she popped the lid.]
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All right. [ thus his arm stays calmly outstretched, resting on his knee, as she begins to rifle through her things. still, he can't help but be curious about the application. ]
What do you make your potions out of?