HARPER
Her fingers squeeze his back which is reassuring in a medical sense, and he brushes his thumb over her knuckles while they are within reach to try to bring some measure of physical comfort to her. “Seren the Siren. You have a beautiful voice, one to bring roofs down apparently.” A playful wink is aimed her way before he is retrieving his hand back in order to properly examine her shoulder. Definitely dislocated. An easy fix, but one that would certainly be painful.
That brings his attention back to her, and the paleness of her fair features that comes with trepidation. “I will have to pop it back in. It will hurt, but very briefly. Like running it into a door jam, and it aches the rest of the day.” His voice is calm and measured, reaching for an experience for her to draw on as a parallel. “The noise will be the scariest bit. It will pop, and perhaps sound like a grinding noise. But I’ve done this many times, and you can hold on tight to me wherever you need - though I will need both hands.” Harper is prepared for the bite of her nails and the bruising of her fingers, but it will be a small price to pay, and a way to share her burden of pain.
That brings his attention back to her, and the paleness of her fair features that comes with trepidation. “I will have to pop it back in. It will hurt, but very briefly. Like running it into a door jam, and it aches the rest of the day.” His voice is calm and measured, reaching for an experience for her to draw on as a parallel. “The noise will be the scariest bit. It will pop, and perhaps sound like a grinding noise. But I’ve done this many times, and you can hold on tight to me wherever you need - though I will need both hands.” Harper is prepared for the bite of her nails and the bruising of her fingers, but it will be a small price to pay, and a way to share her burden of pain.
in the night you come to me because I'm the one who knows who you are
