[ With Hayame successfully relocated, Yuri's first inclination is to resume tending to her wounds. It comes as no surprise however when she immediately brings up the trail of blood in her wake, easy as it would be for anyone to follow that path straight to her. He frowns with a given unease, but he reluctantly nods, all but certain that she won't be able to relax if she's awaiting an ambush at any moment. ]
Worry not, it's something of a strong suit of mine.
[ The words are terribly casual, despite all that they might suggest. Yuri has long and involved experiences by virtue of so much wet work, and the earth here is much simpler to dispense with than pavement would be. He begins to turn, only to freeze in place, debate evident on his features.
Then slowly, so that she may track the progression of his hands, Yuri reaches over and rights her eyepatch. He remembers full well how, even in the mineral baths at the spa, Dimitri had kept his own right where it was on his face. Granted, Yuri knows his reasons have more to do with what lies beneath it than what does not, but surely Hayame would rather that socket were covered.
Then, he unclasps his cloak and bundles it up, placing it over the deepest wound he can see. ]
Press down on this if you're able. The one I got to earlier was worse, but this'll slow the bleeding until I return.
[ With that done, he turns to hurry out of the shelter, collecting a little bundle of twigs along the way. Between his wind spells and some well-placed sweeping, he could obscure both the blood and tracks that came with it. He'll just have to make quick work of it, so he can get back to the far more pressing matter of Hayame's injuries. ]
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Worry not, it's something of a strong suit of mine.
[ The words are terribly casual, despite all that they might suggest. Yuri has long and involved experiences by virtue of so much wet work, and the earth here is much simpler to dispense with than pavement would be. He begins to turn, only to freeze in place, debate evident on his features.
Then slowly, so that she may track the progression of his hands, Yuri reaches over and rights her eyepatch. He remembers full well how, even in the mineral baths at the spa, Dimitri had kept his own right where it was on his face. Granted, Yuri knows his reasons have more to do with what lies beneath it than what does not, but surely Hayame would rather that socket were covered.
Then, he unclasps his cloak and bundles it up, placing it over the deepest wound he can see. ]
Press down on this if you're able. The one I got to earlier was worse, but this'll slow the bleeding until I return.
[ With that done, he turns to hurry out of the shelter, collecting a little bundle of twigs along the way. Between his wind spells and some well-placed sweeping, he could obscure both the blood and tracks that came with it. He'll just have to make quick work of it, so he can get back to the far more pressing matter of Hayame's injuries. ]