perdure: (Ugh these peasants)
Dís, daughter of Thrain, son of Thror ([personal profile] perdure) wrote in [personal profile] forgottenbrother 2013-06-18 12:12 am (UTC)

That soft touch is soothing, and as Dís smiles just a tad as she bandages him up. There's a twinging pain in her chest as he flinches and gasps for air, eyes moving feverishly beneath closed lids. It's obvious what he's remembering, and though Dís wasn't there, couldn't have been there, she can't help but wish she could take some of his pain up her shoulders to help.

What she can do is be swift and sure in the way she bandages up his arm. With his permission recieved, she grabs his free hand and presses it to where she's holding the bandage tight.

"Hold this for me." And she shifts to pluck an arrow from his quiver, carefully pulling arrowhead and fletching off the shaft of the arrow. Once done, she sets the arrow on the table and pulls a knife from her belt, cleaving into two shorter pieces.

Dís pauses here though, reaching up and cupping his cheek in hand, soothing thumb along cheekbone and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Almost done, ok?"

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