He stares at him, “Who the hell is still passing those on? Was it Carver?” He asks, disbelief chased by something unknown in his face. He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “No. Never mind I don’t want to know. This solves a bunch of problems. I don’t have to stir up the ghosts for them.”
That unknown thing becomes easy to see. Grief. Old, old grief. He shakes his head and dismisses it. “One more then you can rest and we’ll eat.” He shoves the grief down and straightens up, a healer in command of himself again. He studies the wounds and reaches for one closer to Lio’s stomach. His hand warms as he touches the packing as he says, “Another sucky one. You can hold onto my shoulders if you need to. This was the worst of the whole lot. I think we can at least close it. Ready?”
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Date: 2020-05-09 02:11 pm (UTC)That unknown thing becomes easy to see. Grief. Old, old grief. He shakes his head and dismisses it. “One more then you can rest and we’ll eat.” He shoves the grief down and straightens up, a healer in command of himself again. He studies the wounds and reaches for one closer to Lio’s stomach. His hand warms as he touches the packing as he says, “Another sucky one. You can hold onto my shoulders if you need to. This was the worst of the whole lot. I think we can at least close it. Ready?”