[ Allura nearly slips on the rubble, but she manages to brace her feet and help him out. Once Shiro is standing, she embraces him, but carefully--it didn't escape her notice that he's in pain. ]
It appears your eyes aren't the only sore part of you. [ She dusts him off gently, but the effort is futile. The plaster dust leaves smears of white all over his clothes and his skin. ] Your arm... is it damaged?
[ Without waiting for confirmation (because he'll insist he's fine, she's sure, in spite of the way he's favoring his arm), she shrugs out of the long jacket that was part of the ensemble she received on her first day, reaching around Shiro to begin tying it into a makeshift sling. ]
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It appears your eyes aren't the only sore part of you. [ She dusts him off gently, but the effort is futile. The plaster dust leaves smears of white all over his clothes and his skin. ] Your arm... is it damaged?
[ Without waiting for confirmation (because he'll insist he's fine, she's sure, in spite of the way he's favoring his arm), she shrugs out of the long jacket that was part of the ensemble she received on her first day, reaching around Shiro to begin tying it into a makeshift sling. ]