[ Everything she feasibly could, because that's the way that she copes with disaster. She takes care of things. Settling the bounty with Aranea (remotely, because she could not bring herself to leave even for that long), getting him taken care of here... everything she could think of that might slip through the cracks that needed to be addressed to keep her mind and hands at work.
It's all she can do. This is all she can do and it kills her more than words could ever say, but she can push through. She could push past that and keep a smile on her face even if she wants to tear everything apart to find a way to fix this. She doesn't do well with sitting idly by, or with being unable to act or make things better.
Maybe that's why something seems to snap the moment his expression flickers, and he repeats her words back to him. Like realizing that she might have made this worse and not quite understanding how. Watching him hold his hand to his temple, Lux begins to reach out to him but stops short, not sure what to do.
Watching him pull and yank at his bandages, all she can do is watch, frozen with a look of dread and anguish clear on her face. Her mind so far gone from the things she might normally concern herself with in a situation like this (staying calm and keeping in control of her own emotions), she takes a deep, ragged breath.
Why? Why can't she do anything but watch him struggle? She wants to do something but feels so helpless that it physically hurts. It makes every inch of her crawl, and all she wants to do is look away— ]
Allen—
[ She can't in good conscience look away, even as he's managed to loosen them enough that she can finally see that part of his face. She can't look away, especially with him suffering alone like that. Even if she can feel that light of hers breaking through, wild and uncontrollable as it courses through her, she does not care. This is more important than staying calm.
She doesn't give him a chance to respond (or for herself to second-guess), leaning forward and slipping her partially-bandaged hand over his, her forehead pressing against his in an effort to calm him down. ]
Please...
[ Her voice thin and surprisingly raw, and it's hard to say if she's pleading to him to stop, or begging for a way to help. She's so sorry, but she doesn't know what to do... ]
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It's all she can do. This is all she can do and it kills her more than words could ever say, but she can push through. She could push past that and keep a smile on her face even if she wants to tear everything apart to find a way to fix this. She doesn't do well with sitting idly by, or with being unable to act or make things better.
Maybe that's why something seems to snap the moment his expression flickers, and he repeats her words back to him. Like realizing that she might have made this worse and not quite understanding how. Watching him hold his hand to his temple, Lux begins to reach out to him but stops short, not sure what to do.
Watching him pull and yank at his bandages, all she can do is watch, frozen with a look of dread and anguish clear on her face. Her mind so far gone from the things she might normally concern herself with in a situation like this (staying calm and keeping in control of her own emotions), she takes a deep, ragged breath.
Why? Why can't she do anything but watch him struggle? She wants to do something but feels so helpless that it physically hurts. It makes every inch of her crawl, and all she wants to do is look away— ]
Allen—
[ She can't in good conscience look away, even as he's managed to loosen them enough that she can finally see that part of his face. She can't look away, especially with him suffering alone like that. Even if she can feel that light of hers breaking through, wild and uncontrollable as it courses through her, she does not care. This is more important than staying calm.
She doesn't give him a chance to respond (or for herself to second-guess), leaning forward and slipping her partially-bandaged hand over his, her forehead pressing against his in an effort to calm him down. ]
Please...
[ Her voice thin and surprisingly raw, and it's hard to say if she's pleading to him to stop, or begging for a way to help. She's so sorry, but she doesn't know what to do... ]