( at first, he doesn't intend to reply any further, but he's slowing down now to glance around for the best place to get bandaging in town - and it interrupts his momentum just enough for rationality to shove past his kneejerk protective urge and tell him that if there's no infection and it's not getting worse, this doesn't need to be a sprinting sort of ordeal.
nor is it dire enough that he can't afford to offer a little reassurance, panicky as jiang cheng is. the next words are a bit tidier, though still hurried: )
You're doing fine, alright?
She'll be fine, too I'll figure it out
( a pause, shutting his journal, but then he has another thought and opens it up again to add: )
[ That response comes so fast and eager, he had been impatiently waiting for an answer. The next words appear a little slower and with more hesitation. The quiver strokes are deft though and speak of conviction. ]
I know you will figure it out. You are the one who can find solutions when nobody else can.
( oh, that's. that's far too much, quite a bit more than he can deal with at the moment, and he's snapping his journal closed in a way which more closely resembles a flinch than a purposeful movement - but once again he reopens it, his gaze flitting over the words as one darts across hot coals before he puts pen to page. )
How is she?
( don't just tell him about the arm again - is she upset, worried but hiding it? how out-of-sorts does she seem? )
Any chance you might take the beast out to run around for a bit? ( so that shijie can have some reprieve, but mostly so that wei ying can once he's arrived. )
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Look!
I'm not at my best here! I'm trying!
Seeping blood.
No infection, as far as I can tell. Blood isn't black, either.
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nor is it dire enough that he can't afford to offer a little reassurance, panicky as jiang cheng is. the next words are a bit tidier, though still hurried: )
You're doing fine, alright?
She'll be fine, too
I'll figure it out
( a pause, shutting his journal, but then he has another thought and opens it up again to add: )
Have you cleaned it yet? Try and clean it
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[ That response comes so fast and eager, he had been impatiently waiting for an answer. The next words appear a little slower and with more hesitation. The quiver strokes are deft though and speak of conviction. ]
I know you will figure it out. You are the one who can find solutions when nobody else can.
[ Then, another pause. ]
I trust you with her.
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How is she?
( don't just tell him about the arm again - is she upset, worried but hiding it? how out-of-sorts does she seem? )
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More composed than I am. As you can imagine.
She
You know how it goes. She spent more time on reassuring me than on her injury, I'm afraid.
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( what else should he have expected? )
Any chance you might take the beast out to run around for a bit? ( so that shijie can have some reprieve, but mostly so that wei ying can once he's arrived. )
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[ A moment's chagrined silence then ]
Jie will be relieved when I'm not hovering anyway.