little one:
She holds the fabric and stands still, eyes resting on the now hidden METAL and then changing to look at his eyes. She was a soldier as well, a good one at that, details didn’t pass her. “Here, take this”, the towel is offered and no word of his body spoken despite how clear she made it she noticed. If he wanted to mention it he would do so, in the end Tsubame had no gain in approaching the subject herself.
“You will be all right. You are leaving soon, are you not? A little water should be a nice change from your usual environment”, the words were said as if understanding of his situation, but the undertone was nothing but TEASING. It was fun to see him struggling in this environment, a kind of self-satisfying payback for the first days she spent freezing in Milites.
a puff of air escaped his lips alongside a nod to confirm the acquisition of the given item. draping it over his head first, he dried his hair first before moving it along his arms. luckily, this torture will end soon.....soon. hm? ah, his arm...of course it would be peculiar to the other. not every day you see someone with an artificial limb. can’t say he is fond of the idea, but to this moment, it was a great aid for him on numerous occasion.
eyeing her for a brief second, nice change? give him a break. water is his worst enemy (well, in his current state.) the ton of care that his arm needs and water make it harder for him.
“i prefer not to. anyway, shouldn’t you be on your guard duty right now?”
ironically, the same goes for him, but....that means going out, in the rain. good thing he was prepared for that at least. his trusty umbrella (which it makes him look like a sore thumb contrast to the environment around him but when did he ever gave a fuck about it?)
