[Kisa doesn't have to worry about being alone. Damian's stamina is excellent; he's not out of breath, but he pauses alongside her when they're out of the forest so he can try to level his lungs out.
When he lets go of her hand, it's somewhat apologetic. He turns his over and peers at it. He's... covered in blood and messy. RIP. Sorry, Kisa for the dirty hand.]
Are you okay? [She's dying, Damian.] Let's make a deal right here not to go back into the forest for a long while. I'm getting tired of its games.
[WHO WILL BE THE FIRST TO BREAK THIS PROMISE BETWEEN THEM. Damian surely.]
Stop apologizing. [It really doesn't come out as harsh as it otherwise would.] I went because I wanted to go. [And because Kisa shouldn't be alone, and because it was a quest, and because LISTEN.]
A hypothesis cannot be tested unless you're willing to experiment. Can you keep going? [But he doesn't begin moving just yet.] Do you want me to carry you?
N-no-- [ she really doesn't feel like being lugged around as a tiger right now, just because she's a little winded. So long as Damian isn't encouraging more speed-striding, she should be fine. ]
Alright. [He won’t push it. But he doesn’t take her hand again just for the sake of not smearing her with more blood. Great. He’s going to need to either take a cold wash or haul water to heat up to get a hot one. And he’s going to have to scrap these clothes because he isn’t sure they won’t be stained even cleaned.
The jacket is maybe worse. He doesn’t know if it’s lacquered for protection. Dammit.
His pace increases accidentally, and he has to force himself to wait for her. It’s clear, though, that he’s going over a thousand things in his head by his silence and his intense gaze at nothing in particular. A lot of planning and organization. It really isn’t a look most thirteen year old boys have.]
[The hand surprises him, but he doesn’t toss it off.] There’s a lot to do. [Without yanking, he brings her along. Back to the Flavo cottage since that’s where all of his supplies are in the first place.]
If you want to go home, you can. I’ve got to... [Well, he just kind of glances down at himself. Yeah. Bear blood and stuff. It’s fine.] Do some cleaning. [The jacket more importantly.]
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When he lets go of her hand, it's somewhat apologetic. He turns his over and peers at it. He's... covered in blood and messy. RIP. Sorry, Kisa for the dirty hand.]
Are you okay? [She's dying, Damian.] Let's make a deal right here not to go back into the forest for a long while. I'm getting tired of its games.
[WHO WILL BE THE FIRST TO BREAK THIS PROMISE BETWEEN THEM. Damian surely.]
I'm glad Kisa defeated the Devil
But yeah, give her a minute, she's still kind of wheezing. Kisa manages to nod, at least, to let him know that she's only temporarily dying. ]
Okay... I'm sorry... for making you come with... me...
[ Kisa, breathe. ]
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A hypothesis cannot be tested unless you're willing to experiment. Can you keep going? [But he doesn't begin moving just yet.] Do you want me to carry you?
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I'm okay... I can keep going.
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The jacket is maybe worse. He doesn’t know if it’s lacquered for protection. Dammit.
His pace increases accidentally, and he has to force himself to wait for her. It’s clear, though, that he’s going over a thousand things in his head by his silence and his intense gaze at nothing in particular. A lot of planning and organization. It really isn’t a look most thirteen year old boys have.]
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Which is why she quietly reaches out to catch hold of his hand anyway. It's fine. She doesn't care about getting dirty. ]
You're... thinking really hard.
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If you want to go home, you can. I’ve got to... [Well, he just kind of glances down at himself. Yeah. Bear blood and stuff. It’s fine.] Do some cleaning. [The jacket more importantly.]
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[ And he got like this protecting her in the first place. Kisa can definitely assist with cleaning. ]