[ (Somewhere on the Astral Express, Mr. Welt Yang is surely pacing back and forth, muttering about how something is wrong somewhere in the universe, and Himeko is chiding him, in her usual calm way, to just please relax.)
Luocha withdraws. Caelus's tension leaves him in the same instant. The Trailblazer's shoulders slope lower as the merchant pulls back, and while he doesn't go as far as heaving a sigh, the rapid-fire pounding of his heart soon begins to slow, propelling the erratic vibrations of the Stellaron back towards something resembling normalcy.
Silently, he takes a deep breath as he draws his own hand back to his side, then stows the money in his pocket, slow and careful, without sudden movements. He is thinking very resolutely about how smooth and delicate the leather of Luocha's gloves was, and by focusing entirely on that one thing, he can stop himself from thinking about anything else.
Too dangerous to let his mind wander. Too dangerous to do a lot of things.
Right. Anyway. The leg. It's very quick, but Caelus actually grimaces thinking about it, passing a hand over his face to hide the change in his expression. He tests his weight on his injured leg; it's still uncomfortable, sending a shock of pain from injured tissues through his system. Hm. He lowers his arm back to his side. ]
I'd owe you one if you fixed it... It's in a weird spot, though. I landed on my hip.
[ More to satisfy his own curiosity than to show Luocha specifically, Caelus tugs a little at the hem of his shirt with the tips of his fingers, looking down at the sliver of skin this reveals. No one else is around, so he's not really concerned about modesty, and, really, he wouldn't be that concerned about it even if they were surrounded by a gaggle of gossiping Foxian ladies. Past the line of his hipbone, there's a bright red bruise peeking out from the waistband of his pants along the side of his leg where he must have landed. Not so bad-looking now, no, but it's mottled enough that it'll look positively awful when it turns blue-black by tomorrow.
Caelus's eyelids lower to half-mast, making him look a little sleepy. He's not really thinking about anything at all. Just leather, and the way that, to some degree, he's conflating his trust in Natasha to that of healers in general. ]
...I guess you don't have to be able to see it? I don't know how your powers work.
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Luocha withdraws. Caelus's tension leaves him in the same instant. The Trailblazer's shoulders slope lower as the merchant pulls back, and while he doesn't go as far as heaving a sigh, the rapid-fire pounding of his heart soon begins to slow, propelling the erratic vibrations of the Stellaron back towards something resembling normalcy.
Silently, he takes a deep breath as he draws his own hand back to his side, then stows the money in his pocket, slow and careful, without sudden movements. He is thinking very resolutely about how smooth and delicate the leather of Luocha's gloves was, and by focusing entirely on that one thing, he can stop himself from thinking about anything else.
Too dangerous to let his mind wander. Too dangerous to do a lot of things.
Right. Anyway. The leg. It's very quick, but Caelus actually grimaces thinking about it, passing a hand over his face to hide the change in his expression. He tests his weight on his injured leg; it's still uncomfortable, sending a shock of pain from injured tissues through his system. Hm. He lowers his arm back to his side. ]
I'd owe you one if you fixed it... It's in a weird spot, though. I landed on my hip.
[ More to satisfy his own curiosity than to show Luocha specifically, Caelus tugs a little at the hem of his shirt with the tips of his fingers, looking down at the sliver of skin this reveals. No one else is around, so he's not really concerned about modesty, and, really, he wouldn't be that concerned about it even if they were surrounded by a gaggle of gossiping Foxian ladies. Past the line of his hipbone, there's a bright red bruise peeking out from the waistband of his pants along the side of his leg where he must have landed. Not so bad-looking now, no, but it's mottled enough that it'll look positively awful when it turns blue-black by tomorrow.
Caelus's eyelids lower to half-mast, making him look a little sleepy. He's not really thinking about anything at all. Just leather, and the way that, to some degree, he's conflating his trust in Natasha to that of healers in general. ]
...I guess you don't have to be able to see it? I don't know how your powers work.