[ the thing is he is not even surprised by this behavior when adolphe makes eye contact with him. why are you like this!!!! richie saves the day, though, and taair makes a soft noise of gratitude from where he is working.
and. unfortunately, he's too busy working on hawke to stop him entirely - and he does trust adolphe, though he clicks his tongue and works to bind up everything he can as well as he can. injuries mean low movement, which makes it even more troubling to think what this 'demon' could have in store in this tower of horrors, but he's trying not to think about it as he gives hawke a tiny smile. ]
I'm sorry I cannot do more, my friend...when we get out of this, the first round of your drinks is on me, alright? Dream of that for a moment, and catch your breath... this should hold for now.
[ and he will gently cup his cheek with one hand and give it a little pat pat, and then get up and go over to adolphe and investigate him too, the sad little taair frown of worry in full swing. ]
As for you - [ murmuring because it's not a true scolding: ] You must learn a bit of patience. Your strength is as always impressive, but I do not want someone as formidable as you to be taken down not by an injury, but by gangrene. [ puff. it's more fussy and worried than anything, but he will snap off any remaining arrow shafts to a reasonable length so they don't slow our sweet porcupine terminator down any.
and then. the power of friendship and TWO cyoas that he doesn't remember means he does not feel any kind of way about coming over and fussing over richie.... and snapping the shaft of the arrow in his ass. he doesn't even laugh about it. that's friendship right there.
after that, he exhales outwards and presses against his own leg - he's going to have start cutting into padding for any more cloth so they better stop getting injured. (this will not happen.) ]
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and. unfortunately, he's too busy working on hawke to stop him entirely - and he does trust adolphe, though he clicks his tongue and works to bind up everything he can as well as he can. injuries mean low movement, which makes it even more troubling to think what this 'demon' could have in store in this tower of horrors, but he's trying not to think about it as he gives hawke a tiny smile. ]
I'm sorry I cannot do more, my friend...when we get out of this, the first round of your drinks is on me, alright? Dream of that for a moment, and catch your breath... this should hold for now.
[ and he will gently cup his cheek with one hand and give it a little pat pat, and then get up and go over to adolphe and investigate him too, the sad little taair frown of worry in full swing. ]
As for you - [ murmuring because it's not a true scolding: ] You must learn a bit of patience. Your strength is as always impressive, but I do not want someone as formidable as you to be taken down not by an injury, but by gangrene. [ puff. it's more fussy and worried than anything, but he will snap off any remaining arrow shafts to a reasonable length so they don't slow our sweet porcupine terminator down any.
and then. the power of friendship and TWO cyoas that he doesn't remember means he does not feel any kind of way about coming over and fussing over richie.... and snapping the shaft of the arrow in his ass. he doesn't even laugh about it. that's friendship right there.
after that, he exhales outwards and presses against his own leg - he's going to have start cutting into padding for any more cloth so they better stop getting injured. (this will not happen.) ]