( It takes effort to stay still when Istredd reaches out — and the relief hits him like a truck. He hadn't even realized how sharply his head had been throbbing until it finally stopped. Tentatively, he reaches up to pull the bloodied tips of cloth from his nostrils — shoulders sagging gently when no blood comes gushing out of his nose following their removal.
He exhales a weary breath. )
Thanks. Too bad you weren't around for my leg.
( Would've been nice to have that infection magically healed so he didn't have to have it amputated.
It's a light, stupid joke — one with humor that doesn't linger long when Istredd says Kyle and Sabine. It's the latter name he fixates on immediately; sorry, Kyle, but that one goes in one ear and right out the other.
A hand shoots out automatically to grab Istredd by the forearm, urgent, gripping. )
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He exhales a weary breath. )
Thanks. Too bad you weren't around for my leg.
( Would've been nice to have that infection magically healed so he didn't have to have it amputated.
It's a light, stupid joke — one with humor that doesn't linger long when Istredd says Kyle and Sabine. It's the latter name he fixates on immediately; sorry, Kyle, but that one goes in one ear and right out the other.
A hand shoots out automatically to grab Istredd by the forearm, urgent, gripping. )
She's- Sabine's still here?!