[ Lying down elicit another wince as his torso strains, causing him to exhale another shaky breath, but he otherwise complies without any verbal complaint. Allowing oneself to be vulnerable before a healer as they work is simply par for the course; the faster he allows her access to the wound, the sooner this will be over with.
It doesn't stop his jaw from clenching right after she makes contact with the deepest part of the wound. Despite himself, his hand whips out and reaches for her wrist, gripping it with such strength that his knuckles turn a stark white.
The motion seems to have been an instinctual reaction to protect themselves from someone only barely holding their consciousness together. A moment afterward, his eyes widen, as if seeing the error he's made, and his hand releases her, fingers tacky with blood. He manages to utter between breaths: ] Tell-- no one... of this.
[ Then he grips the side of the procedure table. Relief comes with the first wave of her healing magic, and its real-time effect can be seen upon his expression. Only when she moves to treat a new area does his brow pinch or his body tense.
Apart from the deeper part of the wound, the vector upward from the laceration is not as terrible-- as if he had quickly moved away after the initial impale. Not for nothing, either, for if he hadn't, the injury suggests he would have been bisected from hip to shoulder. By the time she begins to treat the shallower part, the tissue has at least stopped bleeding. ]
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It doesn't stop his jaw from clenching right after she makes contact with the deepest part of the wound. Despite himself, his hand whips out and reaches for her wrist, gripping it with such strength that his knuckles turn a stark white.
The motion seems to have been an instinctual reaction to protect themselves from someone only barely holding their consciousness together. A moment afterward, his eyes widen, as if seeing the error he's made, and his hand releases her, fingers tacky with blood. He manages to utter between breaths: ] Tell-- no one... of this.
[ Then he grips the side of the procedure table. Relief comes with the first wave of her healing magic, and its real-time effect can be seen upon his expression. Only when she moves to treat a new area does his brow pinch or his body tense.
Apart from the deeper part of the wound, the vector upward from the laceration is not as terrible-- as if he had quickly moved away after the initial impale. Not for nothing, either, for if he hadn't, the injury suggests he would have been bisected from hip to shoulder. By the time she begins to treat the shallower part, the tissue has at least stopped bleeding. ]