[ Regardless of what does - or doesn't - await them at home, they can at least both commiserate that they're both running from something. Though, admittedly, he's been trying to change that as of late. He's trying to do his best to stay, to be present, to not run away because there is something worthwhile fighting for now.
Old habits have a tendency to die hard though.
For now, he remains, intent on getting her some ice. Or he would have had Wanda not immediately collapsed onto his bed clutching her face in pain. Worry flits across his face and he's back, kneeling by the side of the bed. C4T beeps, rolling a little closer. Whether it's out of concern (this little droid didn't seem to show any signs of that yet) or the hopeful possibility that air would need to be purified is unclear.
Cassian's hands hover over her. ]
I thought you said you were good with pain.
[ It's not really an apology. There's no apologizing for setting her nose back into place. Especially when she had agreed to it. But in the dim light his worry still reaches out of him, however quietly. ]
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Old habits have a tendency to die hard though.
For now, he remains, intent on getting her some ice. Or he would have had Wanda not immediately collapsed onto his bed clutching her face in pain. Worry flits across his face and he's back, kneeling by the side of the bed. C4T beeps, rolling a little closer. Whether it's out of concern (this little droid didn't seem to show any signs of that yet) or the hopeful possibility that air would need to be purified is unclear.
Cassian's hands hover over her. ]
I thought you said you were good with pain.
[ It's not really an apology. There's no apologizing for setting her nose back into place. Especially when she had agreed to it. But in the dim light his worry still reaches out of him, however quietly. ]
Do you need painkillers? I think I have some.