[he blinks over to Xion as she sits up and tries to wrench off her helmet. it looked painful, and a part of him almost felt bad for her having to go through that as she ripped it off. and the person that he saw beneath it surprised him outright. it was just a girl under there, short dark hair, striking blue eyes and only a couple years younger then him. at least, that's how Shirou rationalized things.
there was no other way to get through to her though, otherwise he might have tried to take things easier on her. she was just a kid after all. how could someone like her be just a puppet? she had to at least have a name,]
... [and he watches as Xion chants that one word, magic so simple yet seemingly quite potent as the injury on her head healed up. that didn't do anything for the blood, but he could take care of that easily enough. and then she had held her hand out to him. eyes widening some just in case this lead south and bad, a hitched gasp escaped him as the healing sensation washed through his body. those attacks that had blown away at him before, even the strain on his body from projection, it was gone almost instantaneously. what powerful magecraft... she couldn't have been a Servant, but was she a magus? no, there were too many questions. he'd make this as simple as possible for her. the spell did nothing for the prana he'd used to fight her, but he'd regain that in due time]
Thank you. Ah, here, [and without even having to take a second to think about it, he tugs his hand into his sleeve and reaches out to her, gently pressing his clothed hand against the side of her face in a bid to wipe and dry the blood that remained. uncaring about the fact he'd have blood on his own clothes (he was used to it), he continued to clean her up, inwardly noting that even though his actual hand wasn't touching her, she felt soft to the touch. when all was said and done, he'd gotten most of it and pulled back to sit by her side once more, smiling]
It's not much, but I don't have a rag to clean it with.
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there was no other way to get through to her though, otherwise he might have tried to take things easier on her. she was just a kid after all. how could someone like her be just a puppet? she had to at least have a name,]
... [and he watches as Xion chants that one word, magic so simple yet seemingly quite potent as the injury on her head healed up. that didn't do anything for the blood, but he could take care of that easily enough. and then she had held her hand out to him. eyes widening some just in case this lead south and bad, a hitched gasp escaped him as the healing sensation washed through his body. those attacks that had blown away at him before, even the strain on his body from projection, it was gone almost instantaneously. what powerful magecraft... she couldn't have been a Servant, but was she a magus? no, there were too many questions. he'd make this as simple as possible for her. the spell did nothing for the prana he'd used to fight her, but he'd regain that in due time]
Thank you. Ah, here, [and without even having to take a second to think about it, he tugs his hand into his sleeve and reaches out to her, gently pressing his clothed hand against the side of her face in a bid to wipe and dry the blood that remained. uncaring about the fact he'd have blood on his own clothes (he was used to it), he continued to clean her up, inwardly noting that even though his actual hand wasn't touching her, she felt soft to the touch. when all was said and done, he'd gotten most of it and pulled back to sit by her side once more, smiling]
It's not much, but I don't have a rag to clean it with.