[Atsushi reaches for one of the cuts, but immediately pulls his hand back. He doesn't want to hurt Mikazuki. (Yeaaah, that should probably not be his first concern, here...)]
Maybe if I carry you...? There'll be healers in the city!
[But something about that is still unsatisfying. He just wants to help, now. And he really doesn't want Mikazuki to be in pain.
With a faint notion of lifting one of Mikazuki's arms and bandaging it (but with what?), Atsushi reaches out his hand... and something starts to glow. It's so unexpected that it takes him a good second or two to realize that it's his palm that's lighting up with a soft, white light.
Immediately, he looks up to meet Mikazuki's eyes. Maybe it's something he did..?]
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[Atsushi reaches for one of the cuts, but immediately pulls his hand back. He doesn't want to hurt Mikazuki. (Yeaaah, that should probably not be his first concern, here...)]
Maybe if I carry you...? There'll be healers in the city!
[But something about that is still unsatisfying. He just wants to help, now. And he really doesn't want Mikazuki to be in pain.
With a faint notion of lifting one of Mikazuki's arms and bandaging it (but with what?), Atsushi reaches out his hand... and something starts to glow. It's so unexpected that it takes him a good second or two to realize that it's his palm that's lighting up with a soft, white light.
Immediately, he looks up to meet Mikazuki's eyes. Maybe it's something he did..?]