[ gavial isn't trying to hurt him, but there's the inevitable impulse to flinch she grasps his injured arm firmly. he quashes the impulse, though; perhaps unsurprisingly, this is far from the first time he's had to hold still while someone patched him up. in the end, he just breathes out, lets her take her look and make her assessment. understands that a clean cut will be easier to fix up, and at least there's that.
her question catches him off-guard. he looks up and over at her, raising his eyebrows, and — doesn't laugh. but the noise he makes might've been closer to one if he were in a better mood. he'd nearly forgotten, for all the ways she reminded him of alliance medical staff, that this is the same woman whose younger version had wanted little more than a good fight. ]
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her question catches him off-guard. he looks up and over at her, raising his eyebrows, and — doesn't laugh. but the noise he makes might've been closer to one if he were in a better mood. he'd nearly forgotten, for all the ways she reminded him of alliance medical staff, that this is the same woman whose younger version had wanted little more than a good fight. ]
That goes without saying.