[ Eirlys' lips pull a little thinner and her eyes crinkle just a little at the corners – even calling it a microexpression is probably overstating things a bit, but it's as close as she gets to giving a smile, usually. Jaida wears her heart so proudly on her sleeve and it always gives her a sort of faint, tickly feeling of amusement to see it, even in a situation like this.
She's a good patient, even if she's not particularly good at the "owning up to an injury" part, sitting quietly and patiently for Jaida to be done with her work. When prompted, she stretches her arm out slowly, flexing her fingers to feel the pull of each muscle and tendon – but there's no pain anymore, just the discomfort of rapidly cooling blood sticky on her clothes and against her skin. ]
Yes – you've done a very clean job of it. There's no more pain.
[ As if to prove it, she reaches out and sets her hand on Jaida's shoulder, then repeats herself: ]
Are you quite well?
[ Don't think she hasn't noticed that you're out of breath. ]
continued blanket cw for blood/injury talk but probably the last of it
She's a good patient, even if she's not particularly good at the "owning up to an injury" part, sitting quietly and patiently for Jaida to be done with her work. When prompted, she stretches her arm out slowly, flexing her fingers to feel the pull of each muscle and tendon – but there's no pain anymore, just the discomfort of rapidly cooling blood sticky on her clothes and against her skin. ]
Yes – you've done a very clean job of it. There's no more pain.
[ As if to prove it, she reaches out and sets her hand on Jaida's shoulder, then repeats herself: ]
Are you quite well?
[ Don't think she hasn't noticed that you're out of breath. ]