[Okay. Not hard to guess that whatever had just happened to her was pretty fucked up. He holds onto her shoulder, scales turning back to skin, a frown etched deep between his brows as he catches her eyes. Yeah, she's in there now. Good.
Luckily for her, he's really hardy. The whole place being held up only by her magic isn't freaking him out as much as whatever made her this way. Besides, pretty sure he could grab her and get her out before it all came crashing down. Not a splinter or cut on her.]
Don't worry about it, all right? Nothing that can't be rebuilt. [Except she -- okay. There she goes. Well, it's not the worst thing that's happened to him.
(Shit. He's gonna have to sleep somewhere else tonight, huh?)
He sits down next to her, hand on her arm, as if to say, you good now? Seems... better. Not great.]
Seriously, quit that. I don't care. It's not even my place, really. [Okay, that's probably not helpful. Moving on.
But she keeps going. Apologizing. Since it's not the first time he's done so, he leans in and gives her a squeeze of a hug.] Like I said, you're all right now. You can tell me whatever the hell happened later. [He pulls his hands away, more aware of his own slip.] Sorry about the -- you know. [He wiggles his fingers. They're human now, at least.] Oh, great, now it's my turn to do it. [Apologize for nothing, he means.] I think you're rubbing off on me.
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Luckily for her, he's really hardy. The whole place being held up only by her magic isn't freaking him out as much as whatever made her this way. Besides, pretty sure he could grab her and get her out before it all came crashing down. Not a splinter or cut on her.]
Don't worry about it, all right? Nothing that can't be rebuilt. [Except she -- okay. There she goes. Well, it's not the worst thing that's happened to him.
(Shit. He's gonna have to sleep somewhere else tonight, huh?)
He sits down next to her, hand on her arm, as if to say, you good now? Seems... better. Not great.]
Seriously, quit that. I don't care. It's not even my place, really. [Okay, that's probably not helpful. Moving on.
But she keeps going. Apologizing. Since it's not the first time he's done so, he leans in and gives her a squeeze of a hug.] Like I said, you're all right now. You can tell me whatever the hell happened later. [He pulls his hands away, more aware of his own slip.] Sorry about the -- you know. [He wiggles his fingers. They're human now, at least.] Oh, great, now it's my turn to do it. [Apologize for nothing, he means.] I think you're rubbing off on me.