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 Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 2:46 pm
By now Junius had started to cry, if not loudly, then pathetically, at least. This wasn't because his scratches stung or anything, nor was it because of the bruises that were quickly forming. "I'm sorry!" He cried, his his crimson-shaded face in his hands. "That was st-stupid.." His lips trembled as he tried to halt his tears. It was quite apparent that he wasn't the most wonderful people-person.
"I'm fine.." He sniffled, staring up at Caerwin's hand with a cloudy and confused expression. He didn't really think before reaching forward a trembling hand to grab the other's, pulling himself up gingerly while making sure his hair would sufficiently covered his red and soon to be tearstained face. He most likely looked quite the horror right now.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 2:53 pm
"Come on now.." Cae soothed quietly, keeping a hold this time on the dryad's arm. If he'd stumbled before, with salty tears stinging his eyes now he'd be far more likely to do so again. "It wasn't stupid, it was an accident, we all have them Junius, so don't be so hard on yourself..." he gave the dryad's hand a slight squeeze as he lead him out of the patch of gorse bushes once again and very slowly back up the hill. "You certainly have nothing to say sorry for..."
He was going to make sure that they made it safely up the hill this time, so trips of falls, and certainly no tumbles back down again. Once they were safely up the hill again he settled himself down and patted the grass next to him. "Now.." he stated, his voice still soft as he was getting the idea that this young man might be rather of a delicate constitution, "Are you hurt Junius? Please tell me honestly if you are.. I have some witch hazel which will help with any bruises, and if you're cut we should probably clean them.."
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 3:00 pm
Junius stumbled up along the hill behind Caerwin, holding onto the other's hand for dear life. "I should've been watching where I was going..." The Dryad mumbled apologetically, carefully sitting down where Caerwin told him to. "I'm not hurt." He informed the other very quickly wringing his hands together in a slightly anxous manner. What if he fell down the hill again...?
Still, the Dryad's bleeding little scratches and rapidly-forming bruises probably spoke otherwise. He quietly pretended the little stinging and dully aching areas were nonexistent, doing his best to downplay it all.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 6:40 am
Many of the wounds that were likely on the Dryad pale looking skin would be hidden by the rich yellow jacket he was wearing, but the little scratches on his hands caught Cae's attention whether the other wanted them acknowledged or not. He gently picked up one of the hands, pushing open the flap of his little shoulder bag as he did so and tugged out a small bottle and a wad of cloth. With a small smile at the dryad he added a little of the liquid to the cloth and dabbed very gently at the little cuts that he could see. It was some kind of soothing potion that he'd picked up along the way, and he'd found that it worked very well, especially on races with more of a light or neutral alignment... offering it to an unseelie once had been a painful idea apparently..
"There you are.." he said quietly, picking up the other hand and repeating the actions on that hand as well... "If you're hurt anywhere else you should use some of this on it..." he stated, resting the still damp cloth on the Dryad's hand, "There's no sense in being in pain now is there?" he gave his shoulder a very gentle pat, "And don't worry, it was an accident, you're going to be fine now, its a steep hill and the grass was probably a little uneven."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 7:54 am
Junius' eyes flicked up as Caerwin dabbed at the cuts on his hand, making the Dryad flush in embarassment. He was still utterly humiliated and probably looked like a complete wreck. He didn't quite understand the kindness of this person; it didn't really make much sense. It was hard to understand why the other would even care - Junius had done this to himself, after all.
"I'm fine." He repeated. "I'm used to it." He nodded slightly as if to confirm this to himself. He was positive that he was littered with scratches under his clothing, but he'd take care of those later. Right now it was tempting to trip right down the hill again just to get away from Caerwin; the embarassment was impossible to stand. The other was probably belittling him in secrecy, anyway.
"...I should go now."
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