[ she is patient, waiting for him to do what he needs to do. the modesty has always been more her problem than his; it isn't as if inej hasn't seen him without a shirt, but she prefers the separation and privacy, allowing her eyes to wander up to the ceiling as he talks. he offers to let her stay here, and her lips twitch slightly into a faint smile to herself.
( she doesn't agree, yet, but she will call downstairs for a room with two beds later. )
when he says that he's ready, inej turns around, and offers a small smile before she steps forward, her arms still crossed over her chest. quiet, wondering how to best proceed, before she moves into his space, and gently undoes the bandage -- loosening it just enough to tug it to reveal the wound, careful not to touch actual skin.
undoing all of it is unnecessary, and will only make him more anxious. so she leaves the bandanges mostly how they are, just loosened, hanging a bit. and she looks at the wound, critically - not infected, which is good.
all things considered, she did a fairly good job, for having literally no medical training. ]
I will be quick.
[ it is murmured, her attention laser-focused, and inej hesitates for a moment before she gently brushes her fingers over the wound, murmuring words (suli? maybe?), the necessary incantation. a brilliant white light appears at her fingers, and seeps into the wound, quickly knitting the flesh together into a smooth, un-bothered surface. the pain is gone, as is the damage. there isn't even a scar. ]
no subject
( she doesn't agree, yet, but she will call downstairs for a room with two beds later. )
when he says that he's ready, inej turns around, and offers a small smile before she steps forward, her arms still crossed over her chest. quiet, wondering how to best proceed, before she moves into his space, and gently undoes the bandage -- loosening it just enough to tug it to reveal the wound, careful not to touch actual skin.
undoing all of it is unnecessary, and will only make him more anxious. so she leaves the bandanges mostly how they are, just loosened, hanging a bit. and she looks at the wound, critically - not infected, which is good.
all things considered, she did a fairly good job, for having literally no medical training. ]
I will be quick.
[ it is murmured, her attention laser-focused, and inej hesitates for a moment before she gently brushes her fingers over the wound, murmuring words (suli? maybe?), the necessary incantation. a brilliant white light appears at her fingers, and seeps into the wound, quickly knitting the flesh together into a smooth, un-bothered surface. the pain is gone, as is the damage. there isn't even a scar. ]