[ Though he has her wound bandaged, her jacket secured over her slender, pale shoulder, there are some hurts that run deeper, and are slower to reveal their hurts. Her silence, as he attends to her, is indicative of a mind that has been stripped of distractions, and has begun to wallow. His eyes monitor the fluttering pulse in her neck, the flex of her throat when she begins to swallow - and he knows, she's going to lose her stomach.
Indeed, she does. Asking him to forgive her for such a thing, as she tips forwards and empties her stomach onto the debris-strewn road before her. He's in motion, when she first lurches, moving from her side to her back, the heel of his hand pressed between her shoulderblades and his fingers spread across the base of her neck. His other hand, mercifully, has found the rest of her dark hair, and has pulled it away from her face. The simple, silent weight of a hand there while she shakes her way through sickness. There's always something... undignified about that loss of control, and so, he waits for her to be done, before he moves again.
This time, it's to press a water bottle into her hands, the cap already loosened for her. His weight and the width of his chest aligned along her spine, as he reaches down to wrap her hands around it. Holding her, without really holding her, if it's not the thing that she needs most. ] Rinse your mouth, [ he murmurs, and waits for her to do that before he's trying to get her on her feet. Best to walk it off. It may be time to go back to the Bearings, now. ]
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Indeed, she does. Asking him to forgive her for such a thing, as she tips forwards and empties her stomach onto the debris-strewn road before her. He's in motion, when she first lurches, moving from her side to her back, the heel of his hand pressed between her shoulderblades and his fingers spread across the base of her neck. His other hand, mercifully, has found the rest of her dark hair, and has pulled it away from her face. The simple, silent weight of a hand there while she shakes her way through sickness. There's always something... undignified about that loss of control, and so, he waits for her to be done, before he moves again.
This time, it's to press a water bottle into her hands, the cap already loosened for her. His weight and the width of his chest aligned along her spine, as he reaches down to wrap her hands around it. Holding her, without really holding her, if it's not the thing that she needs most. ] Rinse your mouth, [ he murmurs, and waits for her to do that before he's trying to get her on her feet. Best to walk it off. It may be time to go back to the Bearings, now. ]