he takes in a breath for a moment, inhale, exhale. no real outer reaction beyond that, at first. he barely looks at the scar, focusing instead on the burns, and coming around to check her back, too, to see if there's anything there. he'll take her hands, when they're done, check under her nails.
and then, take another deep breath, and bixing closes his eye...
...then opens it, and gives tuuri a look that is just - soft, apologetic, and so, so sad, before he smiles, and claps his hands together. he's not really looking at zelgadis, either. ]
...See? [ warm. easy.] Not so bad at all. No pressure.
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he takes in a breath for a moment, inhale, exhale. no real outer reaction beyond that, at first. he barely looks at the scar, focusing instead on the burns, and coming around to check her back, too, to see if there's anything there. he'll take her hands, when they're done, check under her nails.
and then, take another deep breath, and bixing closes his eye...
...then opens it, and gives tuuri a look that is just - soft, apologetic, and so, so sad, before he smiles, and claps his hands together. he's not really looking at zelgadis, either. ]
...See? [ warm. easy.] Not so bad at all. No pressure.