Jiyong felt a little bad for her. He could tell by her small voice and the pink that started to form on her cheeks that she was nervous, but she was doing what she could anyway. At her instruction, he complied by pressing the back of his hand against the cloth. She was right, it did sting, but it wasnât as bad as before. It was nothing that he couldnât handle, anyway. So, he stayed silent while she continued on. She could bring dead things back to life? His eyes widened slightly, quite bewildered at the thought. The first and probably most common question came to his mind: Could she bring humans back to life? He bit down on his lower lip, the question echoing in his mind like a persistent child. It faded; as he clicked it together that she said small animals and plants. The ability was still incredible, albeit not what he expected from the girl.
She told him it wasnât medical, to which he mentally disagreed. She could bring dead herbs back to life or some aloe â there was a lot of use for a power like that. Useful abilities always struck him as the most fascinating ones, making him want to encourage those with them rather than allow them to talk bad about it. Not that she was exactly doing that either, anyway. He was always a little jealous of the people who didnât find themselves in a situation like the one he was in. Life just seemed to move on a little faster when you didnât have to stop and see if there was a trail of burnt things behind you.
Jiyong simply nodded to her when she told him that she forgot the medical tape. As she went to pick the supplies up off the floor, he felt slightly guilty for not offering to help her. His other hand might have been busy with holding the bandages together on his injured hand, but he still wanted to manage carrying some things. After all, the injury wouldnât stop him from going back and finishing off the cirqueâs meal for the day, so he should be able to perform a little task like that too. It didnât look like she was struggling, and she even was already on her way back to the medical tent. He followed her, idly pulling on the bandage with his non-injured hand, tightening the bandages which received a sting of protest from the wound. His brows knit down, his lip slightly turning in a pout as he stared down at his wrapped hand. The expression did not last though, when she asked him a question. It will do that, wonât it?
Looking to her, he stared at her for a moment before a smile pulled at his lips. She was trying to be like a professional and yet the way she spoke still somehow sounded so shy and maybe even childish. âYeah,â he just admitted. âIt does that.â
As they came back into the medical tent, Jiyong immediately glanced over to the spout. He stepped over to it, leaning down slightly to get a better look. He outstretched his hand, remembering to lean the tapeless bandaged hand against his leg, and put his palm around the knob. Whatever acid was put there from before must have already faded, because he couldnât feel it anymore. He turned the spout, and collected some water in his hands, then splashed it onto the knob of the spout. That should rid of anything, even if he already thought it wasnât there.
âYou could use this now,â he said, turning to Hayi and gesturing to the spout. âIf youâre comfortableâŠâ he trailed off slightly. âI felt it and there was no acid there that I could tell, but the water should definitely dissolve it all.â His hand returned to holding down the bandage. Oh, how he hoped he wasnât wrong and that she could trust him. Why was he being so paranoid? He was hardly wrong about things like this before.
