[ no, he is not fine, but the scenario is one that kaz would rather ignore the issues at hand and move beyond them, surviving the instance and forgetting there had been any discomfort is half the way people stay alive in the barrel, and he is no stranger to the motion. he is not fine, but all things considered, he could be worse. he is actually better than he was, physically, so it balances out.
kaz does look over to inej's hands when she holds them out, straightening the tunic now that it's back over his head. her hands do look unharmed, but it's...curious. all of it is curious. and he should really come to expect as crazy things as they've been faced with, lately. magic, healing, connections to saints...it's not that crazy anymore.
he continues dressing, reaching over for his pieces of armor, working the belts and buckles to get it attached. it's all a bit cumbersome and more than kaz would like to be dealing with, but he continues with it anyway. and when inej speaks up, his attention does fall back to her, just in time as she reaches up to straighten his collar, his body tensing at the proximity. not out of the normal, expected reaction. but because he is surprised. by how close she is, how he can see her hair, her face, her eyelashes.
i hate it, too. being touched, when i am not in control. or when i do not want to be.
kaz is not surprised by these words. whether or not inej has said them to him before doesn't matter nearly as much as the fact he has, in a lot of ways, always known. he was the one who taught her how to break a wrist with one movement, how to peel back fingers from your shoulder. how to regain control, even amidst the worst of the reaction to it. they still falter, from time to time, as they are only human. but there are still ways. ]
You don't need to thank me.
[ his eyes are still on her, even as she withdrawls her hands. his heart is still beating, beating, threatening to push out of his ribs. he wants to be better than this. he wants to be worth this. but still, he's dealing with the remnants of the cold sweat at the small of his back.
he reaches for the next piece of leather, the next bit of his outfit he was given, his eyes back down to his job. ] I should be thanking you.
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kaz does look over to inej's hands when she holds them out, straightening the tunic now that it's back over his head. her hands do look unharmed, but it's...curious. all of it is curious. and he should really come to expect as crazy things as they've been faced with, lately. magic, healing, connections to saints...it's not that crazy anymore.
he continues dressing, reaching over for his pieces of armor, working the belts and buckles to get it attached. it's all a bit cumbersome and more than kaz would like to be dealing with, but he continues with it anyway. and when inej speaks up, his attention does fall back to her, just in time as she reaches up to straighten his collar, his body tensing at the proximity. not out of the normal, expected reaction. but because he is surprised. by how close she is, how he can see her hair, her face, her eyelashes.
i hate it, too. being touched, when i am not in control. or when i do not want to be.
kaz is not surprised by these words. whether or not inej has said them to him before doesn't matter nearly as much as the fact he has, in a lot of ways, always known. he was the one who taught her how to break a wrist with one movement, how to peel back fingers from your shoulder. how to regain control, even amidst the worst of the reaction to it. they still falter, from time to time, as they are only human. but there are still ways. ]
You don't need to thank me.
[ his eyes are still on her, even as she withdrawls her hands. his heart is still beating, beating, threatening to push out of his ribs. he wants to be better than this. he wants to be worth this. but still, he's dealing with the remnants of the cold sweat at the small of his back.
he reaches for the next piece of leather, the next bit of his outfit he was given, his eyes back down to his job. ] I should be thanking you.