You will do more than just manage. [ An automaton brought to life by an enchantment—the sound of his name—Giovanni no longer stands as a sentinel, but instead colors the medical tent with the flash of a smile (there and then gone), a gesture which Sion returns with a soft huff of sound (well-intentioned but exasperated, likely chiding, but only by a touch), and an inviting cant of head; a loft of brow. ] Please, come here.
[ To the side of the cot where the child lies still in the absence of adrenaline, hushed save for recurrent pleas for a mother, a father, an elder brother, family whose whereabouts remain unknown. And what Sion murmurs next—you will see them soon, should you be able to keep still for awhile longer—is not a lie, but a steadfast hope, one which sees the child eased, and the medical tent brought back to a quiet marked by both urgency and an undercurrent of warmth; the benevolence to be found in one man, given to kindness and to mercy, and another...
...willing, at least in part, to to help. ]
It is inherent to us, to build, to break, then build again. [ Satisfied with the condition of the makeshift splint, Sion sets his sight upon fabric—old bedding to be repurposed into bandages—and takes to portioning the material, ripping it precisely along the selvage edge. ] This is true, even for you, Giovanni.
[ Two strips of fabric, three, then four. ]
It would be of immense help to me, if you apply traction to the leg. If you pull in the same directional plane as the bone, it will ease the break back into place. Meanwhile, I...
[ Five, six.
(Breaking, to build.) ]
...will secure the splint in place. Together, we will fix this.
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[ To the side of the cot where the child lies still in the absence of adrenaline, hushed save for recurrent pleas for a mother, a father, an elder brother, family whose whereabouts remain unknown. And what Sion murmurs next—you will see them soon, should you be able to keep still for awhile longer—is not a lie, but a steadfast hope, one which sees the child eased, and the medical tent brought back to a quiet marked by both urgency and an undercurrent of warmth; the benevolence to be found in one man, given to kindness and to mercy, and another...
...willing, at least in part, to to help. ]
It is inherent to us, to build, to break, then build again. [ Satisfied with the condition of the makeshift splint, Sion sets his sight upon fabric—old bedding to be repurposed into bandages—and takes to portioning the material, ripping it precisely along the selvage edge. ] This is true, even for you, Giovanni.
[ Two strips of fabric, three, then four. ]
It would be of immense help to me, if you apply traction to the leg. If you pull in the same directional plane as the bone, it will ease the break back into place. Meanwhile, I...
[ Five, six.
(Breaking, to build.) ]
...will secure the splint in place. Together, we will fix this.