[ wah! his nose wrinkles at that, surprised by the gesture - he lifts a hand to rub it, but does not protest any further.
as jiaoqiu starts to comb through his hair, ash starts to crumble through his fingers - dusty and miserable, the smell of smoke and darkness. the remainders of the shadowlands.
watching it fall does silence taair, and he just kind of looks down at it, drifting off into his thoughts of the past hour. injury wise he's probably got a minor concussion, and his cheek is a little red from getting backhanded, but compared to anders and definitely compared to jiaoqiu he's... actually relatively okay! wow. ]
[ he's going to get rid of all that ash, gently cleaning it the best he can. taair will probably need to shower to get the smell out, honestly, but jiaoqiu isn't going to just let him be dusty. ]
It... hurts. [ he says, after a moment, a little distantly. he knows by now not to lie to jiaoqiu about this kind of thing in specific, and he's bad at lying, anyway. though, frowning: ] I healed myself, but... I think everything came back, too.
[ he says, softly. some part of him has been turned off, in all of the fuss, as the adrenaline drains out of his system, and he just feels... exhausted. the thank you is genuine, though - but jiaoqiu can probably see it, the edges of that same nothingness from earlier in the week, lapping like waves at the shore. ]
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Shush.
[ he will decide if you're okay or not!!!!!! looks over his wounds, and like... brushes his hair for him, too. ]
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as jiaoqiu starts to comb through his hair, ash starts to crumble through his fingers - dusty and miserable, the smell of smoke and darkness. the remainders of the shadowlands.
watching it fall does silence taair, and he just kind of looks down at it, drifting off into his thoughts of the past hour. injury wise he's probably got a minor concussion, and his cheek is a little red from getting backhanded, but compared to anders and definitely compared to jiaoqiu he's... actually relatively okay! wow. ]
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How is your head? [ he asks, soft, as he combs. ]
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It... hurts. [ he says, after a moment, a little distantly. he knows by now not to lie to jiaoqiu about this kind of thing in specific, and he's bad at lying, anyway. though, frowning: ] I healed myself, but... I think everything came back, too.
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Mm. [ tucks his hair behind his ear, gently. ] I'm sorry, Taair. I wish that you hadn't been called up.
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[ he says, softly. some part of him has been turned off, in all of the fuss, as the adrenaline drains out of his system, and he just feels... exhausted. the thank you is genuine, though - but jiaoqiu can probably see it, the edges of that same nothingness from earlier in the week, lapping like waves at the shore. ]
I... [ ... ] At least I got to say goodbye.
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with a sigh, jiaoqiu pulls blankets up and around taair, like warding off shock. ]
You did. [ he murmurs. ] ... She isn't gone. Just lost. We'll find her again.