// you knew who I was //
Smiling a touch to see Asta's attempts to clean up the blood from their sheets, only after he's accepted the water and the medicine does Danta pull the blankets back entirely to shove them off at the end of the bed. They have plenty of others, the Maverick already dragging them down from a little built-in space within the den they've made; all of this moving around has him a touch pale and clammy from both pain and blood-loss, but fuck if he plans to stop until they're both comfortable.
Dragging the fresh, clean blankets over the bed and the butcher - one of them is weighted, something he hopes might help if only a fraction - Danta takes a second to sit, his fingers flexing a little as the adrenaline starts to wear off and he begins to properly feel the bite beneath the bandages. "The painkillers are strong," he tells him, as if to reassure him that for as bad as it is, they should take the edge off soon.
"While we wait, though..." And then the Maverick is off again, slower this time but still determined to get around the room, returning with their tea, and then with a bowl of warm water and a few clean cloths. "I can clean you up, but first would you mind...?" He gestures to himself - his arm is clean and free of blood, but he has no idea what the rest of him looks like. And he gets the impression that Asta needs something to feel as if he's not entirely useless.
Dragging the fresh, clean blankets over the bed and the butcher - one of them is weighted, something he hopes might help if only a fraction - Danta takes a second to sit, his fingers flexing a little as the adrenaline starts to wear off and he begins to properly feel the bite beneath the bandages. "The painkillers are strong," he tells him, as if to reassure him that for as bad as it is, they should take the edge off soon.
"While we wait, though..." And then the Maverick is off again, slower this time but still determined to get around the room, returning with their tea, and then with a bowl of warm water and a few clean cloths. "I can clean you up, but first would you mind...?" He gestures to himself - his arm is clean and free of blood, but he has no idea what the rest of him looks like. And he gets the impression that Asta needs something to feel as if he's not entirely useless.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
