[ dextera swallows a few times around the taste in his mouth, but the reality is that his body is fine. better than it was, actually—he feels lighter, his health restored, and some of the exhaustion of the week has been lifted right off his shoulders. the cut on his thigh has mostly healed by now, but it smooths over the rest of the way, too.
he looks at his own hands, curling and uncurling his fists, and he pulls up his sleeve to check a certain spot on his arm. there’s something squirming under his skin, which is just the worst, but he seems satisfied with whatever he’s looking at.
he drops his sleeve, and nods. when he points to his mouth, he cringes as if guren didn’t know that it already tasted bad, but then he pats down his body and nods again—more firmly this time, his clear gaze meeting guren’s face.
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[ dextera swallows a few times around the taste in his mouth, but the reality is that his body is fine. better than it was, actually—he feels lighter, his health restored, and some of the exhaustion of the week has been lifted right off his shoulders. the cut on his thigh has mostly healed by now, but it smooths over the rest of the way, too.
he looks at his own hands, curling and uncurling his fists, and he pulls up his sleeve to check a certain spot on his arm. there’s something squirming under his skin, which is just the worst, but he seems satisfied with whatever he’s looking at.
he drops his sleeve, and nods. when he points to his mouth, he cringes as if guren didn’t know that it already tasted bad, but then he pats down his body and nods again—more firmly this time, his clear gaze meeting guren’s face.
what was that? ]