❝ let me take a look… ❞ - Aeron to Cloud
Cloud was expressionless, sitting with his knees drawn to his chest as he attempted to process the pain he was feeling in his own way. He knew it likely that he’d broken a few ribs and gotten himself some pretty gnarly bruises, but he didn’t think there was anything to be concerned about. There were a few cuts that he’d cleaned and wrapped on his own but beyond that he could think of little else to do. He would merely sit perched upon the windowsill closest to the door and make note of thanking the entertainer later. He could easily have gone to Tifa and yet... this felt more like home. He found that peculiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. “It’s fine,” he said, turning his head so as to finally acknowledge Aeron’s presence. “A few bruises, that’s all”. But that wasn’t all. He was finding it incredibly difficult to breathe and every time he did he felt close to losing consciousness. But he was fine. His body would heal and he would be good as gold the next morning. He didn’t need the help - though one could argue he’d unknowingly already asked for it.