That he's still willing to trust her after the mistake she made helps, too. It reminds her of other people in other places who trusted her to do her best even when her best wasn't enough. She waits for him to take his shirt off, not reacting to anything except checking for any more wounds she might have missed. One of her best friends is a large, furry death machine. She doesn't really bother judging on appearances.
She touches his arm again before moving- no magic, this time, just an attempt at comfort. The least she can do is offer that.]
Oh.
[One look at his back, and she can tell her newfound magic wouldn't have made even a dent in it. It looks like it felt, rotten and evil. She's no match for something like that, not here. Not yet.]
Um. It... it looks like... It's bad. [Her hand reaches out, only to hover uncertainly without touching.] Did something up on the hill do this?
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That he's still willing to trust her after the mistake she made helps, too. It reminds her of other people in other places who trusted her to do her best even when her best wasn't enough. She waits for him to take his shirt off, not reacting to anything except checking for any more wounds she might have missed. One of her best friends is a large, furry death machine. She doesn't really bother judging on appearances.
She touches his arm again before moving- no magic, this time, just an attempt at comfort. The least she can do is offer that.]
Oh.
[One look at his back, and she can tell her newfound magic wouldn't have made even a dent in it. It looks like it felt, rotten and evil. She's no match for something like that, not here. Not yet.]
Um. It... it looks like... It's bad. [Her hand reaches out, only to hover uncertainly without touching.] Did something up on the hill do this?