[ haha whaaat, Jinx would never hurt Silco like that... or this? this is with permission and because his hand will totally grow back, it's special circumstances, obviously!!
......😬 anyway,
she reaffixes her hold on the weapon, and his faith in her ability to take care of this seems to satisfy her. never mind that she is agreeing to lopping off an appendage from dear ol' Dad; sometimes you get trapped by a creepy otherworldly Dryad that demands sacrifices under the threat of a slow-acting poison. we've all been there, right? literally every one of us. a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
but she's unfastening one of the belts around her waist - sorry, it's kind of... dirty, and sappy - and winds it around his forearm, jerking it uncomfortably tight. it will, hopefully, staunch some of the bleeding and mitigate blood loss; clearly she doesn't intend to let him die, regrowing hands or not. ]
Silco?
[ she takes his hand in her own, briefly squeezing his fingers. it is both a gesture to impart meager, fleeting comfort in the face of what she's about to do - and also a sign of her growing irritation at the situation.
she doesn't like this. having their backs forced up against the wall like this? being forced to give up parts of themselves for freedom. ]
It feels pain, right?
[ slowly, Jinx releases his fingers. she poises the blade, gripping it firmly. ]
So we can come back and kill it when we get out of here.
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......😬 anyway,
she reaffixes her hold on the weapon, and his faith in her ability to take care of this seems to satisfy her. never mind that she is agreeing to lopping off an appendage from dear ol' Dad; sometimes you get trapped by a creepy otherworldly Dryad that demands sacrifices under the threat of a slow-acting poison. we've all been there, right? literally every one of us. a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
but she's unfastening one of the belts around her waist - sorry, it's kind of... dirty, and sappy - and winds it around his forearm, jerking it uncomfortably tight. it will, hopefully, staunch some of the bleeding and mitigate blood loss; clearly she doesn't intend to let him die, regrowing hands or not. ]
Silco?
[ she takes his hand in her own, briefly squeezing his fingers. it is both a gesture to impart meager, fleeting comfort in the face of what she's about to do - and also a sign of her growing irritation at the situation.
she doesn't like this. having their backs forced up against the wall like this? being forced to give up parts of themselves for freedom. ]
It feels pain, right?
[ slowly, Jinx releases his fingers. she poises the blade, gripping it firmly. ]
So we can come back and kill it when we get out of here.