[ Sebastian evaluates his Master critically as he keeps his hand firmly on Silco’s neck. He doesn’t think Silco is at risking of dissipation, but… Certainly not well. It’s hard for him to tell, since even as much as he spills blood and as much as he’s been practicing with medicine, something like blood loss is still a bit hard for him to practically evaluate. He can at least guess that the fact that Silco is talking is good enough. ]
I see. Do you want me to do something about him?
[ He asks that first, because he knows Silco well at this point. Whatever care Sebastian could show to him was secondary to the slight here. He can see the burning hatred in that eye, even as weak as his gaze is. However, whatever pleasure Sebastian might take in that is secondary to the practical at the moment. He reaches out with his other hand to support Silco’s back and offer what rest he could.
…Of course, it would be easier to just pluck him up and go to the nearest Zenite with a healing spell, but. Honestly, if Silco is that badly off, it’ll be less complaining if he passes out first. ]
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I see. Do you want me to do something about him?
[ He asks that first, because he knows Silco well at this point. Whatever care Sebastian could show to him was secondary to the slight here. He can see the burning hatred in that eye, even as weak as his gaze is. However, whatever pleasure Sebastian might take in that is secondary to the practical at the moment. He reaches out with his other hand to support Silco’s back and offer what rest he could.
…Of course, it would be easier to just pluck him up and go to the nearest Zenite with a healing spell, but. Honestly, if Silco is that badly off, it’ll be less complaining if he passes out first. ]
How long did he drink from you?