[How much she's able to discern from the mere laying on of hands is hard for him to say, but she'll find every part of him to appear as one would expect of a regular human. A heartbeat, yes, the correct number of ribs, muscles and flesh arranged in the expected way. All organs accounted for and in the usual places. There's the slow rise and fall of his breathing to indicate healthily working lungs, and as such, from the outside, it seems only the collar is different. The collar, the scar, his blood-red irises and the sharp little points of his teeth.
He remains close to motionless as her hands press lightly against him, and in that, too, he is surprised-- there's none of Mother's firm certainty, the causal way She would conduct such an examination, as though She has every right to do with him as She pleases. Which, of course, She does.
There's the vaguest hint of tension in him as her hand now moves to touch the collar, as he expected it eventually would-- the slight, instinctual jump of muscle beneath pale skin, the smallest of indications that it's not something he especially wants to be touched. But in this, too, her touch is light, so light in fact that it causes no discomfort, isn't something he even feels. That moment of tension in him, it passes quickly.
And then finally there's the slight pressure of her palm against his shoulder, and though he takes it as an indication that she's done looking him over, it's not quite something he recognises as comfort or reassurance-- these are things he's never known, and as such their meaning passes him by. Goes quite over his head. Just slightly, he turns to glance back over his shoulder at her, flashes his uneven smile. He seems calm, perfectly collected.]
I'd die.
[He says it simply, without hesitation or outward signs of concern.]
It's a part of the Spine, you see. It's removal is one of the very few things that can kill me. But luckily for me, most would have a hard time doing that.
[Slowly, he shrugs.]
And no, no one has ever threatened to remove it. It would be rather a waste of a functional tool. Hahah.
[He says that, but 'functional' isn't exactly a word that has ever been used to describe him. But right now, flickering thoughts of his own faults and flaws are something he tries to push back and hold in. To momentarily silence.]
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He remains close to motionless as her hands press lightly against him, and in that, too, he is surprised-- there's none of Mother's firm certainty, the causal way She would conduct such an examination, as though She has every right to do with him as She pleases. Which, of course, She does.
There's the vaguest hint of tension in him as her hand now moves to touch the collar, as he expected it eventually would-- the slight, instinctual jump of muscle beneath pale skin, the smallest of indications that it's not something he especially wants to be touched. But in this, too, her touch is light, so light in fact that it causes no discomfort, isn't something he even feels. That moment of tension in him, it passes quickly.
And then finally there's the slight pressure of her palm against his shoulder, and though he takes it as an indication that she's done looking him over, it's not quite something he recognises as comfort or reassurance-- these are things he's never known, and as such their meaning passes him by. Goes quite over his head. Just slightly, he turns to glance back over his shoulder at her, flashes his uneven smile. He seems calm, perfectly collected.]
I'd die.
[He says it simply, without hesitation or outward signs of concern.]
It's a part of the Spine, you see. It's removal is one of the very few things that can kill me. But luckily for me, most would have a hard time doing that.
[Slowly, he shrugs.]
And no, no one has ever threatened to remove it. It would be rather a waste of a functional tool. Hahah.
[He says that, but 'functional' isn't exactly a word that has ever been used to describe him. But right now, flickering thoughts of his own faults and flaws are something he tries to push back and hold in. To momentarily silence.]