[The tension that promptly leaves Caelus's shoulders as soon as the contact breaks is noticed, as evenly in tandem as it falls with the gradual calming of the Stellaron's unsteady beat. ...But, at least, Luocha makes no outward indication that any note has been made of this. Instead, the meticulously natural mask of mildly curious concern remains steady upon his own features, as Caelus collects himself enough to return focus to his leg and test its current limits.
--The result is apparently less than pleasant, if that actual grimace is anything to go by. Luocha's eyes follow his line of sight to the hem of his shirt as the latter tugs it up a bit without much further fanfare, narrowly revealing the splotch of crimson bruising that's bloomed across the pale skin there. Which is...well, that sure is a thing to be doing, out in the middle of an inn's lobby. There's something equally strange and amusing about how Caelus can make a little display like this without so much as a hint of hesitance or shame, when the fairly innocent handwich of a mere minute earlier had done such a number on his internal composure. Ah, not that this isn't clearly an innocent sort of gesture in its own way--it's obvious, of course, that Caelus is simply checking on the wound for himself. But it's just, you know...
It's not even that Luocha is a sort of person particularly prone to shame in the conventional sense himself, actually, despite his preferred habit of primly composed collection in all that he does. However, at least of late, he has been maintaining a very specific sort of image for the passing eye over the course of his stint upon the Luofu...for various reasons....and while hanging about in relative public with a young man fiddling at his clothing in the dead of night maybe isn't the most scandalous thing in the world, the fact remains. The lobby receptionist actually is still alive and not-murdered somewhere in this building, after all, and they're going to be returning from break sooner rather than later. To say nothing of the non-zero chance that a particularly late traveler seeking a night's sleep might yet still pass through the entrance at any given moment.
So, in short. Even if Caelus will likely be dropping his shirt back down soon enough, and even if it is technically true that Luocha's healing isn't particularly hindered by material in the way...this probably still isn't the place for this, now is it?]
Hmm. It is still more accessible than some other wounds I've encountered, in my time. It's indeed unnecessary for me to see the full extent of it, either, as this can be a sort of thing more felt out than observed. However...
[Luocha turns away, to retrieve the sandwich package that's been sitting patiently upon the chair behind him this whole time. Then he turns back towards Caelus, and beckons to him, before starting a step or two towards a hall off to the side of the lobby.]
Let's not have an entire consultation out here, hm? If you think you could manage just a bit more of a walk...quite fortunately for us, my current quarters here are located on the first floor, only a few doors down this way. Follow me.
[His tone is as amiably pleasant as ever, so technically the flexibility probably still exists, but. Luocha sure didn't actually leave any room for protest about this, did he......]
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--The result is apparently less than pleasant, if that actual grimace is anything to go by. Luocha's eyes follow his line of sight to the hem of his shirt as the latter tugs it up a bit without much further fanfare, narrowly revealing the splotch of crimson bruising that's bloomed across the pale skin there. Which is...well, that sure is a thing to be doing, out in the middle of an inn's lobby. There's something equally strange and amusing about how Caelus can make a little display like this without so much as a hint of hesitance or shame, when the fairly innocent handwich of a mere minute earlier had done such a number on his internal composure. Ah, not that this isn't clearly an innocent sort of gesture in its own way--it's obvious, of course, that Caelus is simply checking on the wound for himself. But it's just, you know...
It's not even that Luocha is a sort of person particularly prone to shame in the conventional sense himself, actually, despite his preferred habit of primly composed collection in all that he does. However, at least of late, he has been maintaining a very specific sort of image for the passing eye over the course of his stint upon the Luofu...for various reasons....and while hanging about in relative public with a young man fiddling at his clothing in the dead of night maybe isn't the most scandalous thing in the world, the fact remains. The lobby receptionist actually is still alive and not-murdered somewhere in this building, after all, and they're going to be returning from break sooner rather than later. To say nothing of the non-zero chance that a particularly late traveler seeking a night's sleep might yet still pass through the entrance at any given moment.
So, in short. Even if Caelus will likely be dropping his shirt back down soon enough, and even if it is technically true that Luocha's healing isn't particularly hindered by material in the way...this probably still isn't the place for this, now is it?]
Hmm. It is still more accessible than some other wounds I've encountered, in my time. It's indeed unnecessary for me to see the full extent of it, either, as this can be a sort of thing more felt out than observed. However...
[Luocha turns away, to retrieve the sandwich package that's been sitting patiently upon the chair behind him this whole time. Then he turns back towards Caelus, and beckons to him, before starting a step or two towards a hall off to the side of the lobby.]
Let's not have an entire consultation out here, hm? If you think you could manage just a bit more of a walk...quite fortunately for us, my current quarters here are located on the first floor, only a few doors down this way. Follow me.
[His tone is as amiably pleasant as ever, so technically the flexibility probably still exists, but. Luocha sure didn't actually leave any room for protest about this, did he......]