[ Hei's gaze drifts down to the exposed patch of skin, searching for contusions while trying to stay blind to the magnetizing fascination of her. Despite the mottling of discolorations, she still has that warmish glow of sunshine and health. The sight of her -- all rumpled and grunged-out, her eyes heavy with the residue of sleep, fading adrenaline, and alcoholic lassitude -- makes his groin, and his head, heavy. ]
[ Reaching out, he touches her hand -- barely a skim of fingertips. Reserve and concern merge in his expression, give it a shuttered tension. ]
You should see a healer. [ A kick of impulse descends into intimacy, and he's folding his hand over hers, squeezing the small strong fingers in his. ] I can call one. If you want.
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[ Reaching out, he touches her hand -- barely a skim of fingertips. Reserve and concern merge in his expression, give it a shuttered tension. ]
You should see a healer. [ A kick of impulse descends into intimacy, and he's folding his hand over hers, squeezing the small strong fingers in his. ] I can call one. If you want.