He sat, absorbing her tale, anger and fear and worry churning in his gut to froth that would make even the most turbulent of oceans jealous. There was no part of him that was expecting both of his close friends to have been injured as badly as they had, and no less that one of them had caused injury to the other because of scissor accidents and mystical vampire bullshit. It was… a lot to process and he wasn’t going to react on his gut impulse when that wasn’t what Fef needed right now.
So he kept his mouth shut until he could straighten out his own thoughts on those matters and focused on her more immediate request.
“If you want me to get a proper look at your neck, you’re goin’ to have to unpack a bit.” He says as he places his hand on hers and guides her arms away from where they clung. “You’re sitting tight as an anemone in low tide.”
He brushes her thick loose hair from her neck, gathering it and twisting it to rest upon her opposite shoulder and tilts her head up from its sunken position with the curled knuckles of his other hand. “I’m glad, that Kan is okay, though I ain’t gonna pretend I’m happy about the why.” He says hushed as he peels up the edge of the bandage, slowly pulling until it’s free of her skin. He turns away only briefly to drop it down on the table beside him before truly assessing the damage with a frown. ”And if at all possible, it would be best to mitigate the likelihood a this happenin’ again.”
He tries to ignore the way his hands are shaking as he examines her neck. Though the wound was violently coloured and the bite marks deep, the holes from fangs had scabbed over a dark brown and the bleeding was unlikely to resume, so long as it remained undisturbed. It was a relief to say the least, to be able to avoid strange hospital trips for a little longer.
“Bet you saved some a that healin’ power for yourself, with the way it’s patchin’ itself right up Hardly a consolation, but shark-like as she seemed, Kan is needlessly tidy, even in her frenzies. Not so much chewin’ as a nip or two.” A gash or two, more like. “ Aside from scabs and bruises and obvious blood loss, you ought to be alright.”
If Fef wasn’t used to helplessness, well Eridan was far too friendly with it. All this shit about magic powers and his friends turning into supernatural freaks of nature, that was all well and good when they’re fighting whatever odd thing pops up to terrorize the city. It was another thing entirely when his friends start using their powers on each other.
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So he kept his mouth shut until he could straighten out his own thoughts on those matters and focused on her more immediate request.
“If you want me to get a proper look at your neck, you’re goin’ to have to unpack a bit.” He says as he places his hand on hers and guides her arms away from where they clung. “You’re sitting tight as an anemone in low tide.”
He brushes her thick loose hair from her neck, gathering it and twisting it to rest upon her opposite shoulder and tilts her head up from its sunken position with the curled knuckles of his other hand.
“I’m glad, that Kan is okay, though I ain’t gonna pretend I’m happy about the why.” He says hushed as he peels up the edge of the bandage, slowly pulling until it’s free of her skin. He turns away only briefly to drop it down on the table beside him before truly assessing the damage with a frown. ”And if at all possible, it would be best to mitigate the likelihood a this happenin’ again.”
He tries to ignore the way his hands are shaking as he examines her neck. Though the wound was violently coloured and the bite marks deep, the holes from fangs had scabbed over a dark brown and the bleeding was unlikely to resume, so long as it remained undisturbed. It was a relief to say the least, to be able to avoid strange hospital trips for a little longer.
“Bet you saved some a that healin’ power for yourself, with the way it’s patchin’ itself right up Hardly a consolation, but shark-like as she seemed, Kan is needlessly tidy, even in her frenzies. Not so much chewin’ as a nip or two.” A gash or two, more like. “ Aside from scabs and bruises and obvious blood loss, you ought to be alright.”
If Fef wasn’t used to helplessness, well Eridan was far too friendly with it. All this shit about magic powers and his friends turning into supernatural freaks of nature, that was all well and good when they’re fighting whatever odd thing pops up to terrorize the city. It was another thing entirely when his friends start using their powers on each other.