As she began to cut his shirt off, he did his best to keep still, to be a good patient for her, but even movements as gently as she levitated him sent pain searing down his spine and he gritted his teeth to prevent him from crying out. She was doing what needed to be done. There was no point in making her more worried than she already was. And yet he still found some semblance of comfort in her fear - it had been a long time since someone had been that worried for him, and it touched him.
He could only flinch and let the expressions of agony shoot across his face as she mended his bones - they crackled back into place easily. And yet he couldn't hold back a grunt of pain as he felt his spine ripple back in place, so he tried to pass it off as another cough. By the time he was back down on the bed, Faustus had carefully arranged his expression back into one of...less discomfort.
"Alright." The idea of spending a night or two in the hospital didn't phase him in the least; in fact the thought of spending more time with her meant a great deal less time where she was away. But then again, Faustus didn't want to hold her here - she had a job to do, and he didn't want to take her away from where she could help others. It was what she did best, but he could see in her expression, her eyes, the way she focused on his injuries that she was battling with...something. Still, he couldn't help but ask: "Will I get to see you?"
It came hoarsely - she was still the only thing he could really focus on, a beacon to a ship in the darkness that was swirling in front of his vision. If it hadn't been her mending him, Faustus figured he would have passed out by now. Somehow she was keeping him there, anchored and as steady as he could bear.
He could only flinch and let the expressions of agony shoot across his face as she mended his bones - they crackled back into place easily. And yet he couldn't hold back a grunt of pain as he felt his spine ripple back in place, so he tried to pass it off as another cough. By the time he was back down on the bed, Faustus had carefully arranged his expression back into one of...less discomfort.
"Alright." The idea of spending a night or two in the hospital didn't phase him in the least; in fact the thought of spending more time with her meant a great deal less time where she was away. But then again, Faustus didn't want to hold her here - she had a job to do, and he didn't want to take her away from where she could help others. It was what she did best, but he could see in her expression, her eyes, the way she focused on his injuries that she was battling with...something. Still, he couldn't help but ask: "Will I get to see you?"
It came hoarsely - she was still the only thing he could really focus on, a beacon to a ship in the darkness that was swirling in front of his vision. If it hadn't been her mending him, Faustus figured he would have passed out by now. Somehow she was keeping him there, anchored and as steady as he could bear.