[Oh... it's certainly a bit rude, but with the air around Somnus an offered arm may be as close to an invitation as she may get.
Rinea unrolls a clean bandage from her supplies in an equally uneasy silence. She's a little afraid to touch him, but getting up and backing away seems worse. (Why is she so nervous? Somnus has never been cruel; he has hardly even raised his voice. So why, why does this dread feel so familiar?)
The sky does not fall as she cleans the wound, though she feels hemmed in.
She can't stand it.]
What moves you... to take shelter here? [She finally dares to glance upward at his face.] Do you not care to seek proper aid?
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Rinea unrolls a clean bandage from her supplies in an equally uneasy silence. She's a little afraid to touch him, but getting up and backing away seems worse. (Why is she so nervous? Somnus has never been cruel; he has hardly even raised his voice. So why, why does this dread feel so familiar?)
The sky does not fall as she cleans the wound, though she feels hemmed in.
She can't stand it.]
What moves you... to take shelter here? [She finally dares to glance upward at his face.] Do you not care to seek proper aid?