[ His mouth pulls at the corners at that all, a small thanks for the attempt of all that and not to be entirely unresponsive, and his face winces again quietly when he double guesses the pressure he's applying over the open cut. ugh-
But, well, now what. He looks back over to Cilan, then to the apples and the kitchen counter. ]
Did you still want me to help? [ Though--he laughs, short and mirthlessly. ] I guess I can't do anything until this stops bleeding...
[ And it doesn't even seem like Cilan's using a cookbook for the recipe. The cookbook is probably his head. ]
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But, well, now what. He looks back over to Cilan, then to the apples and the kitchen counter. ]
Did you still want me to help? [ Though--he laughs, short and mirthlessly. ] I guess I can't do anything until this stops bleeding...
[ And it doesn't even seem like Cilan's using a cookbook for the recipe. The cookbook is probably his head. ]