[ When he straightens up, she decides to take the seat next to him, taking a wary glance at that same arm. She can still feel it stinging, tingling as she lifts it up, just to see how it feels. ]
...I can take it.
[ She makes a fist, turning over her wrist once or twice before resting her arm again. ]
Do you need more time? There are always some teas I can try, or...
[ Kind of awkward, wanting him to rest more but not wanting to banish him to whatever nightmarish hellscape he's created. She'll still offer what she can, the part of her that is still 16 clinging to the idea that there are few problems tea cannot solve. ]
no subject
...I can take it.
[ She makes a fist, turning over her wrist once or twice before resting her arm again. ]
Do you need more time? There are always some teas I can try, or...
[ Kind of awkward, wanting him to rest more but not wanting to banish him to whatever nightmarish hellscape he's created. She'll still offer what she can, the part of her that is still 16 clinging to the idea that there are few problems tea cannot solve. ]