[ She's confused, at first, and then a little flustered (panicked) after what Hikaru said finally sinks in. ]
You do not have to. [ She wants to tell him that she deserves the shit condition she's in for being careless. She shuts up about it, though. ] But I would like a drink and a smoke.
[And, after sliding a pack and lighter in her direction, he's getting up and heading towards his bag. He always had at least a bottle with him, beyond the usual canister.]
How will I smoke, [ Her good hand, her free hand reaches for the pack. She clumsily manages to slip a stick out and place it between her lips. Then she reaches for the lighter. ] if I do not move?
[ She lights up, takes a long, deep drag, and exhales. That, while actually somewhat detrimental to her health, felt really, really good. ]
[ She's watching him now, in the eerie glow of the lantern lights, so she notices how long he closes his eyes, how they still have those red rings. It makes her frown. ]
[Admittedly, Yulia being down for the count was one of the major things that had him on edge. He couldn't do much about anything else, and - true to his nature - that meant that he hyper-focused on whatever else was left.]
[ She just doesn't answer anymore. She just finishes her cigarette. She'd really prefer it if Hikaru would leave her alone; she didn't deserve this, and he didn't really have to check on her. It just felt weird. ]
[ She doesn't cough or choke on her cigarette, thankfully, but she could feel the blood blooming on the tips of her ears. They threatened to spread to her cheeks.
She opens her mouth to say something, but closes it, frowning. She needed to word her answer... carefully.
She tries again. ]
... I need help sitting up.
[ This way, she doesn't have to do it immediately.
[ Being gentle has nothing to do with Yulia's whimper. Just the smallest movements make her body remember all the aches and pains she's supposed to have, and her shoulder and the long gash along her arm feels like they burned.
But she gets up. She's just not sure if her cheeks are red because of the mere effort of sitting up, or from how fucking gentle (she never imagined) Hikaru could be. ]
Thank you.
[ Her voice is breathless and too quiet, not how she wanted to sound. But at least it gets the message across, and she can focus on ignoring the stabbing pain at her leg for just shifting the tiniest bit to be comfortable. She has to put on a straight face, though, to prove that this was absolutely nothing for him to worry about, that he could just leave her be for the moment. Or at least until they were... rescued.
She only starts unbuttoning her shirt after a bit of stalling (or catching her breath, whichever her excuse was). ]
[He's not watching her, per se. He's busy checking what he can already check while she's still getting ready.
As things stand, though, he isn't bothered by this sort of situation at all. He's fully aware of the way Yulia looks at him, but he's not one to take advantage of that sort of thing. As it stands, the girl will learn to look away from him and invest herself in another cause, or she won't. It was not particularly unhealthy either.
[ Yulia carefully peels her shirt off, then lets it drop to her sides. She closes her eyes and takes a breath-- Calm down, Yulia. Pretend he is ordinary medic. --and exhales.
There are red and purple blotches on various spots on her skin, which makes her wrinkle her nose. ]
Hideous. [ She's muttering under her breath as she touches a red-fading-to-purple splotch on her side. That must have been when that Grendal bastard kicked her-- before she sliced his foot off. Which... actually gives her a better sense of time, if the bruise is only starting to turn purple and blue. ]
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[Either way, she's probably in dire need of alcohol right now. And maybe cigarettes.]
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You do not have to. [ She wants to tell him that she deserves the shit condition she's in for being careless. She shuts up about it, though. ] But I would like a drink and a smoke.
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[And, after sliding a pack and lighter in her direction, he's getting up and heading towards his bag. He always had at least a bottle with him, beyond the usual canister.]
Try not to move, all right?
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[ She lights up, takes a long, deep drag, and exhales. That, while actually somewhat detrimental to her health, felt really, really good. ]
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You know what I meant.
[About a minute later, he's coming back with the supplies. He's also putting a nice, big bottle of vodka beside her.]
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...He also needs to shake off the grip of shadow and stillness. Cue Hikaru Shinta staring off, occasionally shutting his eyes for longer than a blink.
He finishes his cigarette soon enough. The red rings are still there.]
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You look like you need more rest than me.
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[Admittedly, Yulia being down for the count was one of the major things that had him on edge. He couldn't do much about anything else, and - true to his nature - that meant that he hyper-focused on whatever else was left.]
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[ She'll just be here. Smoking. It's not like she could just get up and move any time soon. ]
I'll be fine.
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[Which is his way of saying that there's no need to fuss over him. She's the injured one, and he will take care of her.
Thankfully, the glow is starting to fade.]
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Da, I could. It will take time. I can wait.
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[Turning away again, then, just to finish his cigarette.]
By my estimate, we'll be stuck here until dawn at the earliest.
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[ If only because she didn't want him to fuss over her. He didn't have to. ]
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[Couple his tone with the look on his face and you've a gentle admonition, and maybe a half-threat.]
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It was just suggestion, Blade King.
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Besides, what kind of leader would I be if I left a fellow Hunter in such a sorry state?
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You're going to have to take your shirt off.
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She opens her mouth to say something, but closes it, frowning. She needed to word her answer... carefully.
She tries again. ]
... I need help sitting up.
[ This way, she doesn't have to do it immediately.
...right? ]
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[Now that the kit's in an easily accessible place. And clearly, from the way Hikaru's moving, this doesn't bother him at all.
...Yep, he can be very gentle.]
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But she gets up. She's just not sure if her cheeks are red because of the mere effort of sitting up, or from how fucking gentle (she never imagined) Hikaru could be. ]
Thank you.
[ Her voice is breathless and too quiet, not how she wanted to sound. But at least it gets the message across, and she can focus on ignoring the stabbing pain at her leg for just shifting the tiniest bit to be comfortable. She has to put on a straight face, though, to prove that this was absolutely nothing for him to worry about, that he could just leave her be for the moment. Or at least until they were... rescued.
She only starts unbuttoning her shirt after a bit of stalling (or catching her breath, whichever her excuse was). ]
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As things stand, though, he isn't bothered by this sort of situation at all. He's fully aware of the way Yulia looks at him, but he's not one to take advantage of that sort of thing. As it stands, the girl will learn to look away from him and invest herself in another cause, or she won't. It was not particularly unhealthy either.
...Not yet, anyway.]
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There are red and purple blotches on various spots on her skin, which makes her wrinkle her nose. ]
Hideous. [ She's muttering under her breath as she touches a red-fading-to-purple splotch on her side. That must have been when that Grendal bastard kicked her-- before she sliced his foot off. Which... actually gives her a better sense of time, if the bruise is only starting to turn purple and blue. ]
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It could be worse.
[And his fingers are already on her skin, close to the thin sliver of some of the cuts she took during the fight.]
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