#;; kaeya if you've SEEN him dealing with other stuff (read: the painting incident w/ the traveler) you WILL not see him calm there

[citrinitxs]

"—I'm afraid I can't do that."

The sound that greeted them was the wind, almost like it was whistling and taunting the two in Dragonspine. The cold may gnaw at a human body, like KAEYA's, but ALBEDO is immune to the cold. He's lived in it, after all.

With a sigh, he tucked the bandages away, raising a gloved hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose. There may be a chance that enemies may come by, and if the latter is willing to be this stubborn...

"... Why don't we head to my camp?"

"I'll give you the supplies to treat your injuries there, too. It would be terrible if we wind up in a fight that we aren't prepared for."

It was a simple offer, but it was the best that ALBEDO can think of. Lowering his hand, he adjusted his coat, giving KAEYA an affirmative nod. He was giving the captain a choice—despite their differences, he isn't fond of seeing him hurt and hide it.

And maybe... It, too, was his own way of giving him privacy. The two needed it.

@citrinitxs | cont.

“Mm-hm! Yep, peachy-keen, I am!” Kaeya tried once more, grinning toothily towards the Chief Alchemist. He struggled to not hide his hands behind his back, his hands that were frosting over. Not from the mountain, but from his own emotions that sparked little snowflakes. He is embarrassed, sue him! However, he hates hiding his hands even more. It gives people reasons to be suspicious of him even more.

Kaeya knew that he shouldn’t be shrugging off help in a biome he does not live in and has no immunity to, especially not the frigid deathtrap known as Dragonspine. He was banking on his own ability to somewhat mend himself within the throes of battle, as his cryo usually would allow him, but this time it seems he either got hit way too many times by those damn Fatui skirmishers or he was off his game.

“Albedo, really, this is unnecessary, I can handle myself, I can assure you, I—,” he’s rambling. For some reason, he can never manage to reach or break through the Kreideprinz. They both tended to be bull-headed, Albedo with more reason while Kaeya out of ego. Mentally, Kaeya was groaning over this entire situation. He hated seeming as though he cannot handle his own, hated that the Chief Alchemist of all people saw him slip-up. There was just something about it that made him itch in all the worst places.

With a strained smile that forced his dimples out, he minutely dragged one of his feet back in an attempt to have some semblance of space. “Honestly, I’m certain you have better things to worry about. I can handle myself. Here, just pass off the bandages to me and then we’ll leave it at that. Alright?”