( his magic isn't nearly as exhausted as his body, but it's new and unfamiliar, and his control of the shadows is shaky at best.
dropping it is a relief. Red Wine being well enough to move — stumble, but that's still movement — is a relief. there are injuries on both of them, ones even Century Egg can feel (that hit to his back must have been bad, because the dull ache is still there) but he quickly decides that he's in better shape than his companion and begins to move, easily tearing off pieces of his flowing sleeves to craft makeshift bandages.
his outfit has already taken a battering, and the black does a good job at hiding the blood seeping through in several places, and he feels...
well. sore. but not incapable of working. )
You're wounded.
( come here. he can wipe up the worst of the blood along Red Wine's hairline with a strip of the cloth he tore up. )
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dropping it is a relief. Red Wine being well enough to move — stumble, but that's still movement — is a relief. there are injuries on both of them, ones even Century Egg can feel (that hit to his back must have been bad, because the dull ache is still there) but he quickly decides that he's in better shape than his companion and begins to move, easily tearing off pieces of his flowing sleeves to craft makeshift bandages.
his outfit has already taken a battering, and the black does a good job at hiding the blood seeping through in several places, and he feels...
well. sore. but not incapable of working. )
You're wounded.
( come here. he can wipe up the worst of the blood along Red Wine's hairline with a strip of the cloth he tore up. )