[ yeah. sometimes you just kind of have to laugh about it, because it checks out! it's fine. he feels about the same now that the initial moment is over, though it has been rapidly replaced by a crushing since of worry and sorrow for his dear jiaoqiu.
shivering a little, he stops and actually sets back to think on the memory itself. beyond the awful familiarity, back to the first part. back to... ]
Yes, it... [ ...
realization hits, slowly. optic neuropathy. ] ...Jiaoqiu. Can you see?
[ his tail swishes behind him, because - he hates getting this question every single time it's come up. there's no reason to lie. there's really no reason to have kept it a secret this long other than the fact that he doesn't want to be seen as weak.
his jaw works, and then: ]
... Not well.
[ ... ]
It isn't enough to stop me from doing my job as a healer.
[ he still has purpose. he's still able to help. ]
[ there's surprise in his voice - the thought had never even crossed his mind, that jiaoqiu would be any of less of anything, and he looks up at him, for a moment the trauma just temporarily forgotten in the face of what he can recognize as discomfort, and a discomfort that maybe he can immediately soothe. in his sincerity, in his seriousness. he reaches out, and takes his hands, and squeezes them. ]
Jiaoqiu, the fact that you do all that you do is incredible. And you've only been... this is what brought you here, right? So it's only been a few weeks, and you've adapted to it so quickly that you're capable of such accuracy and precision in - everything. It isn't even just that it's wonderful, it's just... I expect nothing less of that kind of strength of will and of intelligence from someone like you. I can only imagine how incredible it will continue to be, as you grow more and more used to it.
[ hoorrughh this is so very, very kind of taair. and he hears it and he appreciates it but he has never in his life known what to do with this sort of praise. taair takes his hands, and jiaoqiu fidgets, almost uncomfortably.
silence, for a moment. ]
Yes, well. Thank you. [ flustered... ] It isn't so remarkable, really.
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shivering a little, he stops and actually sets back to think on the memory itself. beyond the awful familiarity, back to the first part. back to... ]
Yes, it... [ ...
realization hits, slowly. optic neuropathy. ] ...Jiaoqiu. Can you see?
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his jaw works, and then: ]
... Not well.
[ ... ]
It isn't enough to stop me from doing my job as a healer.
[ he still has purpose. he's still able to help. ]
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Of course it doesn't.
[ there's surprise in his voice - the thought had never even crossed his mind, that jiaoqiu would be any of less of anything, and he looks up at him, for a moment the trauma just temporarily forgotten in the face of what he can recognize as discomfort, and a discomfort that maybe he can immediately soothe. in his sincerity, in his seriousness. he reaches out, and takes his hands, and squeezes them. ]
Jiaoqiu, the fact that you do all that you do is incredible. And you've only been... this is what brought you here, right? So it's only been a few weeks, and you've adapted to it so quickly that you're capable of such accuracy and precision in - everything. It isn't even just that it's wonderful, it's just... I expect nothing less of that kind of strength of will and of intelligence from someone like you. I can only imagine how incredible it will continue to be, as you grow more and more used to it.
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silence, for a moment. ]
Yes, well. Thank you. [ flustered... ] It isn't so remarkable, really.
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... Oh, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be embarrassing...
[ SOMETIMES YOU ARE JUST!!! VERY SINCERE!!!!! he lets go of his hands, flustering now too. ]
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No, no. You - you weren't. [ he's embarrassed, but he doesn't hate it. ] You are very kind to me.