[ With his free hand, he drags a chair over to the foot of the bed, setting the bowl on it, rag hanging over the edge. Leaning towards the side, he picks up the rubbing alcohol that's still on his side table. The one time not putting something away seems to be in his favor. That's set next to the bowl before he rounds to where Ren is sitting, keeping weight off his injured foot. The symbiote was already making work of the cut, bleeding having slowed almost entirely.
Moving more into Ren's space, he peels away the fabric from the wound, mouth pulling down at the corners. It's unpleasant looking, scorched at the edges and an angry red at the center. ]
Without her saber she should be less in our hair. [ Not that he necessarily agrees with taking her weapon away in this setting, all things considered. But the strategist in him is pleased by it. He dips the rag into the water, wringing it out a little and then going to gently clean the wound on Ren's side. A rehash of the last few days. ]
Thankfully she was fighting you with that and nothing else, though. This would be worse, otherwise. [ He thinks of Ren in the snow, blood seeping down his side from a much nastier injury. Unintentionally, he tenses, pressing the rag hard against the cut. ]
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Date: 2016-08-22 02:15 am (UTC)Moving more into Ren's space, he peels away the fabric from the wound, mouth pulling down at the corners. It's unpleasant looking, scorched at the edges and an angry red at the center. ]
Without her saber she should be less in our hair. [ Not that he necessarily agrees with taking her weapon away in this setting, all things considered. But the strategist in him is pleased by it. He dips the rag into the water, wringing it out a little and then going to gently clean the wound on Ren's side. A rehash of the last few days. ]
Thankfully she was fighting you with that and nothing else, though. This would be worse, otherwise. [ He thinks of Ren in the snow, blood seeping down his side from a much nastier injury. Unintentionally, he tenses, pressing the rag hard against the cut. ]