HARPER
Harper hums contemplatively. "Well, I don't have a companion myself, but if you found him as a baby he's growing up, and having to do it quickly to match your adult mind. Maybe he's just going through growing phases mentally?" It's mostly conjecture, but anything Harper can give her is handed freely in the vague hopes that it will maneuver her closer to an answer.
Seren does not strike him as a manipulative person, but Harper can't deny her words are convincing. Sighing, he slowly pulls his arm from behind his hip to lay it palm up across the offered expanse of her hands. It really is gruesome; a deep gouge in his palm, bruises and lacerations in a winding pattern up his forearm, ropeburn searing the edges where the line hadn't managed to break skin fully. "Alright, if you want this to be a teaching moment we'll make it one." Maneuvering to stand slightly more parallel to her, he lifts his good hand to point out areas along his arm and palm. "The first thing you'd check for is a break, but I can already tell it's not. With the impact of the weight, if I hadn't kicked off the wall I might have ended up with a dislocated shoulder like you had. Since those are off the table, the next step is cleaning the wound. Any debris can cause infection. Remember this if nothing else - infection can and will kill you faster than any wound alone." He impresses this with raised brows and an intense gaze of clear blue eyes.
"So there's some rope fragments in the lacerations we'll have to clean out. Sterilized water is best since nails have bacteria that can cause infection. Can you think what we would need to do next?" It's a gentle prod, unassuming and far from expectant, clearly sinking readily into old teaching ways.
Seren does not strike him as a manipulative person, but Harper can't deny her words are convincing. Sighing, he slowly pulls his arm from behind his hip to lay it palm up across the offered expanse of her hands. It really is gruesome; a deep gouge in his palm, bruises and lacerations in a winding pattern up his forearm, ropeburn searing the edges where the line hadn't managed to break skin fully. "Alright, if you want this to be a teaching moment we'll make it one." Maneuvering to stand slightly more parallel to her, he lifts his good hand to point out areas along his arm and palm. "The first thing you'd check for is a break, but I can already tell it's not. With the impact of the weight, if I hadn't kicked off the wall I might have ended up with a dislocated shoulder like you had. Since those are off the table, the next step is cleaning the wound. Any debris can cause infection. Remember this if nothing else - infection can and will kill you faster than any wound alone." He impresses this with raised brows and an intense gaze of clear blue eyes.
"So there's some rope fragments in the lacerations we'll have to clean out. Sterilized water is best since nails have bacteria that can cause infection. Can you think what we would need to do next?" It's a gentle prod, unassuming and far from expectant, clearly sinking readily into old teaching ways.
if brokenness is a form of art
I must be a poster child prodigy
I must be a poster child prodigy
