縁人 . . . ❝ don't think it'll kill me, but maybe it will. ❞
❝ I hope you're not as okay with dying as you sound. ❞ Her voice is steady and even, eyes focused entirely ( yet not harshly at all ) on stitching his wound. Nanako knows Eishia will take care of the rest when she's free, but as it stands, she wasn't letting Enjin bleed out freely in the meantime. Besides, she could hardly take him seriously. She's sure it's a tactic to take his mind off all the blood but can't help poking at it to be sure. Her ministrations are gentle and meticulous, one hand delicately weaving the wound shut, the other carefully dabbing away at the blood that stubbornly seeps through.
❝ .. Wish you'd realize caution is your friend sometimes.. ❞ Muttered low but not low enough he couldn't hear her. She worries. She's not afraid to express as much.
@kasaborn. ⸻ °。










