#homiines / cassian.

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@homiines.

putting down the warm water and towels, she stands behind him : assessing the wound upon his shoulder after cleaning off most of the blood. not too big perhaps, but deeper than she would like it. fingertips brush against outside of the wound & there's a soft exhale, cleaning off her hands.     ❝   i think it need to be stitched before you go home.   ❞      idealy, she would have him stay here for a few days, so it would have time to heal some. not the same healing ability as some others might posess, needle and thread is probably the best she could do right now. that, and time. hold it together so it would heal. but if anyone could just leave this place, she could understand why one would take it.

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@homiines. deeper than she would like, but not something that will cause any problems for the future. not anything serious, not to the standards of illyrian warriors anyways. hint of a smile tugging at the corner of lips as she dry off her hands and pick up the thread and needly.     ❝   unless you want to give it a try yourself, i think i'm your best bet at the moment.   ❞      threading the needly goes like clock work by now, but she doesn't just start right away. can't say she enjoy watching him in pain. never done her anything, unlike pretty much every other illyrian in this camp. even if he heals quickly, the pain is still very much there right now. ❝   do you want something to drink ? numb the pain some before we start ?   ❞

he's not stranger to wounds, his body painted with the scars of a few war wounds that's been inflicted onto his skin by his enemies that have managed to slain him. of course, his skin usually healed well but cassian is quite the storyteller and much preferred to enjoy to list his tales to impress most by allowing important wounds to slowly heal. yet, he appreciates the sentiment by the woman that's pressing cloth into the tear in his skin. he sucks in a sharp breath when there's pressure and is incredibly thankful when it's released. he may heal faster than others but unfortunately, he still feels pain. ❛❛ and i assume you would be the one to stitch me back together? i can only hope you are quite handy with your hands. ❜❜ he is teasing of course, perhaps a way to take his mind off the pain that's making his blood pulse in his shoulder. he laughs softly as he rolls slowly rolls his shoulder. ❛❛ tell me, am i going to survive? ❜❜

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@homiines. sharing a kiss while sitting by a campfire.

she should know better. but he was . . . different from every male she knew. didn't look at her like she was a bother nor like she was barely worth the dirt on their shoes. maybe that was a low bar to have, rather minimal in most ways, but he made her feel seen & it felt good. felt good being around him too, for that matter. blanket curled around herself and they've been sitting in silence for some time, a comfortable silence she didn't mind. not quite sure who turned first, who shifted closer : but nose brush against his, eyes stick to his as she holds her breath for a moment. feel stuck in her throat before distance is closed and lips brush against his.