[Though he'd intended the first aid kit for someone else, it's clear that he's not going to get away without a fight. He sits down as he's told, doing his best to put on a brave face but wincing as some of the more painful cleaning agents do their job.
At some point, his eyes flutter open, and he finds himself smiling at Felix. It's not the cocksure grin that he's been wearing, but something close to gentle, reassuring even.]
I'm fine, Felix. Quit looking at me like that -- your face is going to get stuck.
[His fingers bury within Varley's fur, petting her carefully with a few muted reassurances for her as well. He's quickly distracted, likely to her chagrin, when he hears Dimitri speak.]
And where do you think you're off to? [He's grateful for the Obstagoon taking the initiative -- there's no way Sylvain could have given his current position.] It is a mess out there, Dima. We need to stick together.
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At some point, his eyes flutter open, and he finds himself smiling at Felix. It's not the cocksure grin that he's been wearing, but something close to gentle, reassuring even.]
I'm fine, Felix. Quit looking at me like that -- your face is going to get stuck.
[His fingers bury within Varley's fur, petting her carefully with a few muted reassurances for her as well. He's quickly distracted, likely to her chagrin, when he hears Dimitri speak.]
And where do you think you're off to? [He's grateful for the Obstagoon taking the initiative -- there's no way Sylvain could have given his current position.] It is a mess out there, Dima. We need to stick together.