"Chest compressions?" Jigano asked curiously. "To... force the air in and out of their lungs? But isn't that what the breath of life is for?" He listened closely to Isla's instruction, humming his understanding of the mechanics, and quickly piecing together some of the information that seemed a little odd at first. "Ah, if you don't pinch the nose the air may escape that way, yes?" If the goals was getting it into the lungs, you wanted it to have only one way to go, but... "If you don't see the chest rise, and it seems to be going into the stomach, what can you do?"
He watched her pose the compressions with an arched brow, frowning faintly in thought. "Why must you press so hard? Isn't there a danger of a broken rib puncturing a lung instead?" Not that he was too worried about that; he wasn't strong enough to hurt someone with his hands alone, he felt, unless they were even weaker than he. Still, he moved to their patient across from Isla and mimicked her pose. Setting his hands next to hers, he practice the compression movement, looking to her for guidance and correction as he pushed tentatively down into the soft layers of the cloak.
He watched her pose the compressions with an arched brow, frowning faintly in thought. "Why must you press so hard? Isn't there a danger of a broken rib puncturing a lung instead?" Not that he was too worried about that; he wasn't strong enough to hurt someone with his hands alone, he felt, unless they were even weaker than he. Still, he moved to their patient across from Isla and mimicked her pose. Setting his hands next to hers, he practice the compression movement, looking to her for guidance and correction as he pushed tentatively down into the soft layers of the cloak.
