[Help is welcome, of course, and Noctis experiences a wave of relief (hand-in-hand with embarrassment) as he feels someone come to his aid, noticeable by the way he can feel the cloth over his head rustle.
But then fingers catch in his hair, pulling at his scalp. There goes that relief, pushed aside for the sake of vague confusion and annoyance.]
Ow- hey!
[A mostly robed arm is trying its best to reach up and grab at Bucky's arm to encourage it to chill, but all he manages to do is grab hold of more robe.]
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But then fingers catch in his hair, pulling at his scalp. There goes that relief, pushed aside for the sake of vague confusion and annoyance.]
Ow- hey!
[A mostly robed arm is trying its best to reach up and grab at Bucky's arm to encourage it to chill, but all he manages to do is grab hold of more robe.]