[ He looks over at her at that laugh. That has to be a good sign, right? It's short and quiet and kind of pained, but it's not the kind of thing she normally does. So, that's two points for him now: helped her get back on (most of) her feet, made her laugh.
He gives her that little bit of a squeeze when she says she never believed in the bullshit of her past world. Solidarity? Encouragement? Maybe it's just a bit of generic support, the attagirl she gets for making it this far up the hill with him; for not believing in stupid shit (or at least nothing stupider than Meridian, anyway).
That second laugh is sad, though, and he removes his hand from her at it, unsure if she still needs him so directly. If she wants him. They're up here now, after all; all of them, even with one of Hayame's legs rendered weightless, even with her in pain and doing her best to hold it together — which has been, evidently, successful only to an extent.
He looks back at her leg when she suggests splinting it, shadows playing across his face.
Amos could heal it. Right here, right now. Reset the bone, put everything back into place. Mend her skin and make it as if it was never broken in the first place. No need for splints, or bandages, or any of that shit...
And if he does, then she will have the physical advantage on him. One of the Effigy's objects is sitting right in the corner, inaccessible to her.
He sighs, turning away from her. Looking back down the hill. ]
I'll be right back.
[ And then he's backtracking, looking over the soil they climbed up for anything sticking out of it. He knows they passed something on the way up, they had to have — and there it is, what's not even a twig that got lost in the potting soil, but perfectly jinba-sized. Amos wrests it free from where it's partially buried, makes his way back up to her with it.
And stops, again, standing there stupidly. ]
Not sure what to tie it with. Not like I got any bandages on me either.
[ He doesn't even carry them, because he has magic he can use instead — a fact he continues to not disclose. Amos blinks down at his own clothing, but... he only has the one set, and he is maybe not inclined to start messing with it so early into being stuck down here...
He's trying; he just also so happens to have shitty constraints — it is war at the moment, after all. ]
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He gives her that little bit of a squeeze when she says she never believed in the bullshit of her past world. Solidarity? Encouragement? Maybe it's just a bit of generic support, the attagirl she gets for making it this far up the hill with him; for not believing in stupid shit (or at least nothing stupider than Meridian, anyway).
That second laugh is sad, though, and he removes his hand from her at it, unsure if she still needs him so directly. If she wants him. They're up here now, after all; all of them, even with one of Hayame's legs rendered weightless, even with her in pain and doing her best to hold it together — which has been, evidently, successful only to an extent.
He looks back at her leg when she suggests splinting it, shadows playing across his face.
Amos could heal it. Right here, right now. Reset the bone, put everything back into place. Mend her skin and make it as if it was never broken in the first place. No need for splints, or bandages, or any of that shit...
And if he does, then she will have the physical advantage on him. One of the Effigy's objects is sitting right in the corner, inaccessible to her.
He sighs, turning away from her. Looking back down the hill. ]
I'll be right back.
[ And then he's backtracking, looking over the soil they climbed up for anything sticking out of it. He knows they passed something on the way up, they had to have — and there it is, what's not even a twig that got lost in the potting soil, but perfectly jinba-sized. Amos wrests it free from where it's partially buried, makes his way back up to her with it.
And stops, again, standing there stupidly. ]
Not sure what to tie it with. Not like I got any bandages on me either.
[ He doesn't even carry them, because he has magic he can use instead — a fact he continues to not disclose. Amos blinks down at his own clothing, but... he only has the one set, and he is maybe not inclined to start messing with it so early into being stuck down here...
He's trying; he just also so happens to have shitty constraints — it is war at the moment, after all. ]