“I can’t help you if you don’t let me.”
Armadillo winced then sighed, guessing that Eisen was right, he wanted her help but he wasn’t giving her much to work with. Every time her hands went near him he pulled away out of reflex, he sighed again.
He hesitantly held his arm out to her again, resisting the urge to pull away once more. He had been on the ice, having come from the desert to cool off and skate around. It had been rather easy to learn, sliding across the ice with his boots. The build up of sand had given his steps a decent amount of traction, not to much and not to little, so slipping was hardly a problem. At least, so he had thought.
Perhaps he had misstepped? Or turned a little to quickly? Either way he fell hard on the ice, and had thrown his hands up in an attempt to catch himself, though he only succeeded in messing up his left wrist pretty badly. He wasn’t sure if it was broken, dislocated, or both. All he did know was that it fucking hurt, and he also knew that trying to figure out how to splint it with one hand was going to be a pain in the ass.
Though it seemed he wasn’t alone, a woman had spotted him, but not just any woman, it was Eisen herself. He knew of her, mostly through others speaking about her, and because he knew that his adopted son had also adopted the woman as a parent.
“Ya know.. I had hoped we would meet one day. Just I guess, not like this. It’s not in the way I expected...”
He chuckled softly as his wrist was inspected, he was never good at first impressions, but maybe things would work out. He would try at least.