[ Of course she's hesitant, if only because the bandages appear different from what she's accustomed to, but it lasts for a mere second before she's giving him her hand. Face up, of course, so there's no blood accidentally dripping on him. ]
The chill of your hand? Is all of you supposed to be cold?
[ He says this gruffly as he cradles her hand in his, and then begins the process of binding her wound. He's deft and quick; it's clear he's done this many times before. The bandages shimmer as they press against her cut, and the magic sealed into them releases, causing an immediate jumpstart to the healing--in addition to a warm, comforting feeling, besides.
Koltira finds it difficult to be so close to so much fresh blood, but he's keeping himself in check. Nothing of this struggle shows on his stoic face. ]
[ She'd say something about him not being completely cold, but she'll leave the cliches for later.
The cold continues to settle on her hand until the bandages are bounded against her palm. She watches with amazement, noting the immediate change in her wound albeit in not healing completely; warm, her fingers instinctively begin to curl as her chest swells before she recognizes what she's doing and lays them flat.
She looks up, taking her hand back and finally flexing her fingers once he had finished. ]
Thank you. [ Her expression warms, lips curling up into a smile. ] It feels a lot better already, that's some real magic you got there. [ And she chuckles lightly at that. ] I'm Leanne, by the way, sorry I went and got myself hurt.
Oh, I see. Sorry, I'm just so used to a majority of people having some kind of healing magic to 'em. [ There's plenty she's met here who can, so that's where she made the assumption. ]
[ She wants to say that it's a relief to hear that, but at the same time she doesn't want to come off as rude. So she instead keeps her lips tight before her expression softens into a smile once more. ]
Well it's a pleasure to meet you, and I'm happy that we were able to manage a big ol' prize without getting hurt!
[ —A short pause followed by a brief, hollow bit of laughter. ]
Your injury could have been considerably more serious.
[ He drops the teeth he's collected into the pouch at his waist. It's only a few--he's still left the lion share of kraken bits for her to take. That done, he stands up. The shore is in sight, and he's ready to take his leave. ]
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Come. I will bind you up.
[ The bandages are pale and shimmery--clearly infused with some sort of magic. ]
But mind the chill of my hand.
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The chill of your hand? Is all of you supposed to be cold?
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[ He says this gruffly as he cradles her hand in his, and then begins the process of binding her wound. He's deft and quick; it's clear he's done this many times before. The bandages shimmer as they press against her cut, and the magic sealed into them releases, causing an immediate jumpstart to the healing--in addition to a warm, comforting feeling, besides.
Koltira finds it difficult to be so close to so much fresh blood, but he's keeping himself in check. Nothing of this struggle shows on his stoic face. ]
There.
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The cold continues to settle on her hand until the bandages are bounded against her palm. She watches with amazement, noting the immediate change in her wound albeit in not healing completely; warm, her fingers instinctively begin to curl as her chest swells before she recognizes what she's doing and lays them flat.
She looks up, taking her hand back and finally flexing her fingers once he had finished. ]
Thank you. [ Her expression warms, lips curling up into a smile. ] It feels a lot better already, that's some real magic you got there. [ And she chuckles lightly at that. ] I'm Leanne, by the way, sorry I went and got myself hurt.
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[ Long dead now, he supposes, given the destruction of all their worlds.
He leans back, frowning slightly. ]
Injuries are the price of battle. And my name is Koltira, called Deathweaver.
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Deathweaver... ? That's a little...
[ Scary? Frightening? ]
I'll stick with Koltira, if you don't mind.
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[ He shakes his head. ]
It is merely an epithet. A mark of history, not family.
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Well it's a pleasure to meet you, and I'm happy that we were able to manage a big ol' prize without getting hurt!
[ —A short pause followed by a brief, hollow bit of laughter. ]
Most of us... at least.
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[ He drops the teeth he's collected into the pouch at his waist. It's only a few--he's still left the lion share of kraken bits for her to take. That done, he stands up. The shore is in sight, and he's ready to take his leave. ]
Perhaps we shall meet again, Leanne.