[ Yusuke's health seems to deteriorate the longer they walk for, and Akira privately huffs in tenuous relief when they arrive at their destination without incident. He can't be sure it won't continue to worsen (it's far too early to be thanking him), though he masks his apprehension with an easy smile—more for himself than for his debilitated companion. ]
Sometimes.
[ His tone is soft, but the teasing implication is there—that he's up to no good on his hours off-duty. He leaves Yusuke for a moment to gather supplies, washing his hands thoroughly before preparing the medicinal paste in one of the various pestles and mortars stocked in the cabinets. (It isn't something he does regularly, but like anything else he picks up he's made sure to practice to reasonable proficiency.) ]
...Close your eyes.
[ The salve should cool the damaged area, absorb any residual toxins and ward infection until he can get him to a proper healer... But it won't be entirely pleasant while he's applying it. He carefully pushes aside Yusuke's hair from his face and dabs only a small patch onto his brow at first, testing its effectiveness before continuing. ]
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Sometimes.
[ His tone is soft, but the teasing implication is there—that he's up to no good on his hours off-duty. He leaves Yusuke for a moment to gather supplies, washing his hands thoroughly before preparing the medicinal paste in one of the various pestles and mortars stocked in the cabinets. (It isn't something he does regularly, but like anything else he picks up he's made sure to practice to reasonable proficiency.) ]
...Close your eyes.
[ The salve should cool the damaged area, absorb any residual toxins and ward infection until he can get him to a proper healer... But it won't be entirely pleasant while he's applying it. He carefully pushes aside Yusuke's hair from his face and dabs only a small patch onto his brow at first, testing its effectiveness before continuing. ]