It is humiliating to let himself fall into the other man's palms, but he had little other choice. For all Kim Dokja acted a hero in life or death situations, when it came to the more mundane grievances of life, this man was truly useless, wasn't he?
It would almost be endearing if Yoo Joonghyuk wasn't suffering the consequences of it.
At least he didn't have to fall a second time.
Laying prone on Kim Dokja's free hand as if he were little more than a doll, he lifts up part of his shirt to make it easier for the other to slot his arm back into place. He did his best to not think about how humiliating it was to be in this position. The magical nature of his prosthetics limited the amount of fumbling necessary, but Yoo Joonghyuk's small size did not help matters. Back when he was alive, it wasn't this humiliating to be cared for by Lee Hyunsung and Uriel, was it?
He sighs in relief as he feels the magic click into place, fingers flexing automatically as the arm begins to re-calibrate to his body.
Sitting up and taking the proffered leg, Yoo Joonghyuk immediately sets to work feeding it through his pant leg, scrunching and stretching the fabric until he feels the prosthetic press against the stump of his thigh. It takes an unseemly amount of twisting and wriggling around—even necessitating lying against Kim Dokja's hand again—before the magic finally activates and his leg attaches once more.
He had mostly ignored Kim Dokja as the other man studied their surroundings, but hearing him suggest rest was much appreciated. His head still throbbed from where he hit it and the stumps of his limbs ached even with the prosthetics in place.
❝There's a large hollow in that tree just ahead. ❞ The weather of the forest was mercurial at best. A breeze could quickly turn into a monsoon. ❝ Just don't trip again. ❞