[ On a good day, he'd compliment his ability as the grind of stone on stone continues—of course he knows how to make his own medicine by now. But waiting only lets his weariness sink in. If not for his burns, he'd be fast asleep sitting up.
He stops attempting to squint through his lashes and closes his eyes, letting himself relax as much as he's able—which doesn't last long before he tenses slightly, brow wrinkling at the sudden, mintlike coolness. He manages to sit still anyway as Akira starts to dab more of the salve about, though his expression stays a bit sour. It's clammy and smells more like medicine than herb, stinging where it meets any open cracks along his skin.
His composure eventually wavers, and he blindly jerks away when he gets some of the poultice onto a particularly nasty burn splotch. ...Only to knock his head back into the wall with a hiss. ]
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He stops attempting to squint through his lashes and closes his eyes, letting himself relax as much as he's able—which doesn't last long before he tenses slightly, brow wrinkling at the sudden, mintlike coolness. He manages to sit still anyway as Akira starts to dab more of the salve about, though his expression stays a bit sour. It's clammy and smells more like medicine than herb, stinging where it meets any open cracks along his skin.
His composure eventually wavers, and he blindly jerks away when he gets some of the poultice onto a particularly nasty burn splotch. ...Only to knock his head back into the wall with a hiss. ]
—Does this need to go on much longer?