[Lycka returns to L's side, seeming more languid than usual. It's as though the dream and flying alongside another has left her something like jet-lagged, but she nudges his bony elbow, offers a tongue in a light caress. He reaches out to stroke it softly with his uninjured hand.
At the question, there's a flickering barb in his thoughts, a callback to something else before Trench. Maybe it went unnoticed; maybe telepathy goes both ways. Maybe it's just the tenseness around his eyes.]
No one who doesn't have many screws loose should want that.
[He retrieves the kit, pulling free gauze, salve, a scalpel to drain the blister.]
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At the question, there's a flickering barb in his thoughts, a callback to something else before Trench. Maybe it went unnoticed; maybe telepathy goes both ways. Maybe it's just the tenseness around his eyes.]
No one who doesn't have many screws loose should want that.
[He retrieves the kit, pulling free gauze, salve, a scalpel to drain the blister.]
...worth it, though. Sometimes.