[On an impulse, L starts to stand, but can't quite get his legs under him. A minute ago, before Myr's arrival, this had all felt distant and disconnected, but manageable, but now that there's another perspective here, one perhaps not colored so pragmatically through the lens of his singleminded fixation on Niles, it's like a veil has been lifted, and he's able to see the blood on the towels clearly for the very first time.
He could ask Myr not to, insist on something, throw a tantrum. Instead, he allows his Bonded to make this call, murmuring acquiescence, reaching for the least saturated of the towels and pressing it against his sloppily half-stitched forearm. The bleeding has slowed significantly; it's either a really good sign, or bodes poorly, but either way, help will be on the way soon. It's out of his hands and though it's a blow to his pride, in the same way that he's furious that Niles interrupted his fall, it's also a relief.]
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He could ask Myr not to, insist on something, throw a tantrum. Instead, he allows his Bonded to make this call, murmuring acquiescence, reaching for the least saturated of the towels and pressing it against his sloppily half-stitched forearm. The bleeding has slowed significantly; it's either a really good sign, or bodes poorly, but either way, help will be on the way soon. It's out of his hands and though it's a blow to his pride, in the same way that he's furious that Niles interrupted his fall, it's also a relief.]