[ dextera swallows, letting himself relax only because guren has, in a way, forced him—and also because he's tired enough that he can only tense his muscles for so long before he has to collapse back onto the bed. he nods, his breath slowing until it evens out. it's still a little shaky, in his chest, but it's not quite as worrying as before. ]
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[ when he's settled down somewhat, however, he pulls himself to the edge of the bed—with another wince, but a small one—to make room for guren. even if it wasn't his plan to lie down here with dextera, he's injured, too.
also, he looks uncomfortable hovering like that. ]
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[ when he's settled down somewhat, however, he pulls himself to the edge of the bed—with another wince, but a small one—to make room for guren. even if it wasn't his plan to lie down here with dextera, he's injured, too.
also, he looks uncomfortable hovering like that. ]