[Guren responds to that by bringing a finger to Dextera's lips and giving him a serious look, poorly masked concern laying right beneath.]
Shh. Just relax, or you'll hurt more later. Come on. [His other hand rests over his chest, and then slides lower over his stomach, like his palm being there will help force him to slowly relax.
It's a small bed, so Guren figures Dextera can have it to himself. The more room, the better, he thinks— room to stretch, to move if something hurts. That harsh breathing is worrying, and Guren really wishes he had some drugs that were useful for this situation.
Instead, he just has his hands. He pulls them both back, and now they're hovering uselessly between himself and Dextera as he stands next to the bed. He's still half hunched over him, like doing that will help him be ready to ease any oncoming pain.]
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Shh. Just relax, or you'll hurt more later. Come on. [His other hand rests over his chest, and then slides lower over his stomach, like his palm being there will help force him to slowly relax.
It's a small bed, so Guren figures Dextera can have it to himself. The more room, the better, he thinks— room to stretch, to move if something hurts. That harsh breathing is worrying, and Guren really wishes he had some drugs that were useful for this situation.
Instead, he just has his hands. He pulls them both back, and now they're hovering uselessly between himself and Dextera as he stands next to the bed. He's still half hunched over him, like doing that will help him be ready to ease any oncoming pain.]
How's that?