[ It's probably for the best that Hawke isn't the one helping with the shirt because he might have caused frostbite for the rage that sears through him. Wounds were expected, even brutality such as this he was prepared to see and hold to avenge later, but the writing. If he wasn't needed here he would already be storming the Zoo, leaving nothing but frozen, mangled bodies in his wake.
He's only barely able to contain himself, struggling for a harsh moment where he's frozen still. His breath shows before him in condensation, an effect he remedies as quickly as he notices. Later. Later. It's not his violence that's needed now. He's not stopped from giving Amelia a significant glance from around Chris, though. As soon as we're done here. ]
You're right, rib first. I think it's broken.
[ He kneels by Chris' side to examine what he can, forcing his voice into even gentleness. It's somehow not difficult even around all the rage turning the cavity of his chest cold. It's simple to be gentle to Chris, Hawke's default state but more important in this moment. Chris deserves that care and softness after what had been done. ]
I'm going to have to remove the bandage and put my hand against the injury. It's going to hurt significantly more as I do, but it will subside quickly after.
[ He knows this one. Ribs are easy to break in battle and he's had more than his fair share fighting enemies who brandish bludgeons. He prefers blades, if he has to get hit. Sliced flesh is so much easier to heal than crushing wounds. ]
Amelia, do you have a clean strip of leather? He's going to need to bite down on something... Actually, hold on.
[ Hawke reaches behind himself to pull his knife, sheath and all, from the back of his belt where it had been sitting under the red flannel he's wearing. The feather knife is pulled from it and tucked into one boot and the well made leather sheath offered up. ]
Here, this should do. Grip Amelia's hand as well, if you need it. I can heal her too if you're too rough, don't worry.
[ A stupid joke to break the tension, and an action to give Amelia a way to help actively. This is going to be agony for a few moments. He's not a spirit healer, he can't soothe and knit flesh and bone at the same time, and even if he could he knows from experience that it only goes so far before things are together enough that a body stops screaming. ]
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He's only barely able to contain himself, struggling for a harsh moment where he's frozen still. His breath shows before him in condensation, an effect he remedies as quickly as he notices. Later. Later. It's not his violence that's needed now. He's not stopped from giving Amelia a significant glance from around Chris, though. As soon as we're done here. ]
You're right, rib first. I think it's broken.
[ He kneels by Chris' side to examine what he can, forcing his voice into even gentleness. It's somehow not difficult even around all the rage turning the cavity of his chest cold. It's simple to be gentle to Chris, Hawke's default state but more important in this moment. Chris deserves that care and softness after what had been done. ]
I'm going to have to remove the bandage and put my hand against the injury. It's going to hurt significantly more as I do, but it will subside quickly after.
[ He knows this one. Ribs are easy to break in battle and he's had more than his fair share fighting enemies who brandish bludgeons. He prefers blades, if he has to get hit. Sliced flesh is so much easier to heal than crushing wounds. ]
Amelia, do you have a clean strip of leather? He's going to need to bite down on something... Actually, hold on.
[ Hawke reaches behind himself to pull his knife, sheath and all, from the back of his belt where it had been sitting under the red flannel he's wearing. The feather knife is pulled from it and tucked into one boot and the well made leather sheath offered up. ]
Here, this should do. Grip Amelia's hand as well, if you need it. I can heal her too if you're too rough, don't worry.
[ A stupid joke to break the tension, and an action to give Amelia a way to help actively. This is going to be agony for a few moments. He's not a spirit healer, he can't soothe and knit flesh and bone at the same time, and even if he could he knows from experience that it only goes so far before things are together enough that a body stops screaming. ]