[A slight twitch, suddenly feeling the brush against his horn. Summoner pulls in a deep breath, trying to keep his head straight, even with the other leaning so close. Soon a nod, and his sylladex opens up, dropping some thick medical wrap in his hand.]
Yeah.. uh, thank you. Though telling me not to fly is certainly a lot easier than actually not flying.
[A rather sad sigh before he starts to work the gauze out of the wound coil, beginning to wrap his newly slashed chest and side, working his hands around his back as best he can while still avoiding his wings.]
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Yeah.. uh, thank you. Though telling me not to fly is certainly a lot easier than actually not flying.
[A rather sad sigh before he starts to work the gauze out of the wound coil, beginning to wrap his newly slashed chest and side, working his hands around his back as best he can while still avoiding his wings.]