[He's not gonna ignore the tail, when it comes time to get on her back. First, though, that absolutely garish scrap of fabric. What does she want to do with it? His eyes dart from the fabric to her face and back again, and his jaw clenches in annoyance. He doesn't want to let her do anything, but--he's gotta.
With a deep breath to brace himself, he slides his left arm under his right to lift the broken forearm. Underneath his sleeve isn't pretty, but he hasn't removed it to actually check his damage.]
We're not going to the hospital. [He forces out from between his gritted teeth, breathing deeply again. Be quick with his arm, please; he's trying very hard to restrain himself right now.]
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With a deep breath to brace himself, he slides his left arm under his right to lift the broken forearm. Underneath his sleeve isn't pretty, but he hasn't removed it to actually check his damage.]
We're not going to the hospital. [He forces out from between his gritted teeth, breathing deeply again. Be quick with his arm, please; he's trying very hard to restrain himself right now.]