[ dextera can't believe that guren is still worried about him, even like this. maybe it's this, maybe it's that, but there's no use speculating on why guren would neglect his own injuries when that's just what's happening. everything is going wrong, and the only thing dextera has on his side is this useless power that's going to die with him. maybe he deserves it—but he can't think like this, not now. not when he needs a solution, not the terrible burden of guilt.
he survived death once, in this body. he can do it again.
the creature, whatever it was, plucked and pulled and bit at his flesh, but his consciousness is still there. hazy and flickering, but he's yet awake, and so he touches one hand to guren's on his shoulder, and helps him press the towel to his chest. maybe he could—? there's so much blood—something to purify after all. his heart beats faster for it, a little dangerous, but it makes him alive. ]
Let me—
[ he doesn't have the strength to explain it, even with his voice. with a push-pull mix of urgency and reluctance, he moves the towel, and presses his palm to guren's open wound. this might kill him with the exertion required, but if he can save guren... surely it would be worth it. ]
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he survived death once, in this body. he can do it again.
the creature, whatever it was, plucked and pulled and bit at his flesh, but his consciousness is still there. hazy and flickering, but he's yet awake, and so he touches one hand to guren's on his shoulder, and helps him press the towel to his chest. maybe he could—? there's so much blood—something to purify after all. his heart beats faster for it, a little dangerous, but it makes him alive. ]
Let me—
[ he doesn't have the strength to explain it, even with his voice. with a push-pull mix of urgency and reluctance, he moves the towel, and presses his palm to guren's open wound. this might kill him with the exertion required, but if he can save guren... surely it would be worth it. ]