[That L's not talking voicelessly along their Bond is an unnecessary indication of how bad things have gotten, after the charnel odor of the room and the overwhelming physical misery of shock that communicates itself abundantly now that they're in the same space.
Myr does something he rarely does and builds a wall between himself and L's pain. Not enough to mute it entirely but enough that he can go groping for the towel... And when he doesn't find it, or any of their towels, say instead:]
I'm calling a healer.
[At least Niles couldn't have nicked an artery or they wouldn't be playing out this awful charade around the illusion of L's self-reliance. Thank the Maker for that much, even as Myr steps outside the bathroom to avoid any echoes on the watch-line.
He hasn't asked what's happened.
He also hasn't let his panic--or any other emotion--get the best of him, having locked it all very well away to deal with once this crisis is over.]
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Myr does something he rarely does and builds a wall between himself and L's pain. Not enough to mute it entirely but enough that he can go groping for the towel... And when he doesn't find it, or any of their towels, say instead:]
I'm calling a healer.
[At least Niles couldn't have nicked an artery or they wouldn't be playing out this awful charade around the illusion of L's self-reliance. Thank the Maker for that much, even as Myr steps outside the bathroom to avoid any echoes on the watch-line.
He hasn't asked what's happened.
He also hasn't let his panic--or any other emotion--get the best of him, having locked it all very well away to deal with once this crisis is over.]