unsea: (ᴅᴇɪғɪᴄ.)
the darkling. ([personal profile] unsea) wrote in [community profile] station72 2016-08-10 04:00 am (UTC)

[ And what a diligent medic she proves to be.

His upturned hands are bruised, littered with abrasions from stopping his fall when the explosion shook the building. Where he may wince, he holds steady and encourages her with his silence to continue her work - she is doing a fine job, after all. He misses the brush of the Corporalki healers, though. How precise they could be in knitting skin together, fusing bone. Working with the natural ability of the human body to mend itself, inducing it to do so faster and better. What she does, with her bewitching eyes - he makes a quiet note, to learn more of it. To learn more about the hosts and their variety of abilities and talents.

Ever the scientist, even when wounded, hm. ]
Yes, [ mild humor in his voice, as she speaks his title and he responds. Patiently awaiting the time she's finished with washing his hands clean again. He'll have to change the bandages when he returns to the Bearings, and there really is no guarantee that he won't have to put his hands to someone else's broken body. Though, as the other hosts seem to be arriving now, it may be time to retreat to their camp. ]

That's quite the promise, made to a man you've just met. I could be the type who gets into many, many messes. On purpose.

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