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[He gets his mobile leg to move and--

-- promptly falls on his face when his other refuses to cooperate.]

[~~Faceplant denied--~~ The instant she realizes he's falling she lurches forward to attempt to catch him, but he's heavier than she anticipated and she's far too weak, so she ends up going down with him. ~~At least she's there to break his fall.~~]

[OH GOD WHAT]

[FACE PLANT DENIED FOREVER but ouch, her everything. :c At least she. landed on her knees. ...That's gonna bruise.]

A-are you okay?

[Watch him flail to try and get off of her. This is not successful since half of his body refuses to cooperate.]

[She'll be happy to assist him as soon as she can feel her arms again. And, you know, breathe comfortably. In the meantime, she'll just be trying to see through the pained grimace on her face to figure out if he's okay.]

I'm sorry--!

I-it's okay...!

[Now that her eyes will actually open all the way again, she carefully begins to move him off of her as best she can, but hesitates.]

Can you sit up?

[Because you do not need another almost faceplant, Ven.]

[Nnn he can't--

damnit he wishes he has his mobility back.]

[...That seems to be a 'no.' ~~Whilst wishing he wasn't so heavy even though he probably isn't really, she's just a twig~~ she eases him off of her as best she can and props him up against the side of the bed since it's the closest thing ~~and she figures he probably doesn't want a face full of carpet~~. She keeps her hands on his shoulders just in case while she gives him a concerned glance over.]

Man, I hate this...

[She's sure he does.]

[She wonders how bad it'll be the next time.]

[The way she looks at him is something between pitying and quietly ashamed, and more than a little sad, and she doesn't let go.]

I'm so sorry.

[But she can't seem to keep looking at him for long, because she looks away when she says,]

...Do you... need anything?

[Not a single good meal in two months--]

... hang on, just let me... get back the feeling in my feet.

[...Ven, you better not be thinking about going somewhere like that. Nevertheless, she gives him a moment. ~~Still not letting go, man. HE CANNOT BE TRUSTED TO REMAIN UPRIGHT.~~]

[... frowny face.]

I told you to take care of yourself.

[... Frowny face back. Her grips starts to loosen. ~~He better not fall over. B|~~]

I-I did. I'm okay, like I said.

[Although 'okay' and 'good' are not exactly the same thing.]

[B|

Sighs. He'll take care of her again after he feels better.]

[~~Don't give her that face.~~]

....

[She tentatively lets go of his shoulders.]

How are you feeling right now?

[...Weak. Fragile-- but... happy that he's awake, and at the same time relieved, anxious, conflicted, sad, concerned-- a whole mess of things she's not capable of and so does not bother to process. Her fingers tangle together as she tries to select the word least likely to upset him ~~and most likely to be something she can actually feel~~.]

--Hungry. You must be too, right?

[Way to change the subject, there, dear.]

Yeah. And a little weak. Maybe that's why.

M-maybe.

[She stands up.]

I'll... go find something to eat.

Okay. Be careful.

I will.

[She hesitates, giving him one last look before she goes to the door and steps out, shutting it behind her. Once outside, well... she's in a hurry, and she knows she can't run that distance, so she forms a~~n unusually wavery~~ portal of darkness and is careful to close it after passing through.]

[He feels that, but he remains where he is. That's right. He better check if his powers are okay.]

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