Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
The aroma rising from the salve was at once fresh and pungent, and it prickled his nose until he wanted to sneeze. Swallowing down the urge, he tried not to smile at Loren's acting. It did help steer him back to the right way of doing things, so he guess he was grateful, but Korbin still felt it was a bit silly.
Taking a moment to wipe his fingers free from the salve on the already used wash cloth, Korbin reached for the roll of bandage. The long fingers were nimble, and not entirely unfamiliar with the act of wrapping, but he did have some trouble with fastening a good knot that wouldn't come undone. It wasn't easy to determine what kind of pressure was right or too much either, and he frequently glanced up to see what kind of reaction he was getting.
"Alright, I guess that makes sense," he replied quietly. "How much can you do with it? Is there anything you can't heal?" It was clear he was interested, and as his misgivings were forgotten in the midst of work, Korbin's questions picked up.
Taking a moment to wipe his fingers free from the salve on the already used wash cloth, Korbin reached for the roll of bandage. The long fingers were nimble, and not entirely unfamiliar with the act of wrapping, but he did have some trouble with fastening a good knot that wouldn't come undone. It wasn't easy to determine what kind of pressure was right or too much either, and he frequently glanced up to see what kind of reaction he was getting.
"Alright, I guess that makes sense," he replied quietly. "How much can you do with it? Is there anything you can't heal?" It was clear he was interested, and as his misgivings were forgotten in the midst of work, Korbin's questions picked up.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
