Unbearably. [He keeps catching himself from scratching at them every now and then, but he likes to think he's done a pretty good job of avoiding it. Still, he hates seeing the clear reminder of what happened and it shows on his face.
Shu's magic is always fascinating. He's totally not biased because it involves plants growing inexplicably around them, but the feeling as whatever she does touches his hands makes him sigh in relief.]
I will make you a salve from yarrow leaves and aloe. It will ease the itch and any lingering pain.
[The little sprouts around them wave gently in the air as if rustled by an invisible breeze. Shu lifts her hands away, and though the cooling sensation will eventually fade, for now, he should feel a reprieve.]
I estimate you will be recovered in a week to ten days. Until then, you should gently flex and stretch your burn injuries so that any scar tissue does not tighten and restrict future movement. Unfortunately, this will probably feel unpleasant.
...This does not mean, by the way, trying to tough it out and carrying a stack of books to the library.
[This reproach is less ominous, even if still pointed.]
[He flexes his fingers a bit, nodding as he takes note of her suggestion. Not looking forward to the 'unpleasantness', but not regaining full mobility of his hands is out of the question.
The turtlekin pouts a bit at that.]
I didn't think it was that taxing...
[Ugh, he sounds like he's whining. He hates whining.
A week or two is so long though. Definitely not something to be spent in bed. He still has so much to do, too!
Just barely, he manages to keep from rubbing at his hands out of anxiousness as he looks down at his feet for a moment, mentally deliberating.]
I was thinking of trying to go by home, some time next month. Would...you come with me?
((Good night- or Good morning when you see this!))
[At that, a soft smile blooms upon her face. Like the morning sun cresting the top of a hill, it banishes any further severity of expression.]
I would love to. Whenever you wish, I will be there.
[No need to embarrass him with any further commentary. She can only imagine how much emotional back-and-forth it has taken to get him to this point. Shu picks up the books she had set back on the floor earlier when she had swooped in for a hug and adjusts them in her arms.]
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Date: 2025-01-24 02:38 am (UTC)Shu's magic is always fascinating. He's totally not biased because it involves plants growing inexplicably around them, but the feeling as whatever she does touches his hands makes him sigh in relief.]
Ooh, that feels good.
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Date: 2025-01-24 03:45 am (UTC)[The little sprouts around them wave gently in the air as if rustled by an invisible breeze. Shu lifts her hands away, and though the cooling sensation will eventually fade, for now, he should feel a reprieve.]
I estimate you will be recovered in a week to ten days. Until then, you should gently flex and stretch your burn injuries so that any scar tissue does not tighten and restrict future movement. Unfortunately, this will probably feel unpleasant.
...This does not mean, by the way, trying to tough it out and carrying a stack of books to the library.
[This reproach is less ominous, even if still pointed.]
((signing off for the night, goodnight!))
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Date: 2025-01-24 04:02 am (UTC)[He flexes his fingers a bit, nodding as he takes note of her suggestion. Not looking forward to the 'unpleasantness', but not regaining full mobility of his hands is out of the question.
The turtlekin pouts a bit at that.]
I didn't think it was that taxing...
[Ugh, he sounds like he's whining. He hates whining.
A week or two is so long though. Definitely not something to be spent in bed. He still has so much to do, too!
Just barely, he manages to keep from rubbing at his hands out of anxiousness as he looks down at his feet for a moment, mentally deliberating.]
I was thinking of trying to go by home, some time next month. Would...you come with me?
((Good night- or Good morning when you see this!))
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Date: 2025-01-24 05:45 pm (UTC)[At that, a soft smile blooms upon her face. Like the morning sun cresting the top of a hill, it banishes any further severity of expression.]
I would love to. Whenever you wish, I will be there.
[No need to embarrass him with any further commentary. She can only imagine how much emotional back-and-forth it has taken to get him to this point. Shu picks up the books she had set back on the floor earlier when she had swooped in for a hug and adjusts them in her arms.]
I'll take these for you. Shall we go together?
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Date: 2025-01-24 06:13 pm (UTC)Donnie smiles faintly, not that he'd expected Shu to say no, but he's happy all the same that she's agreed.]
Okay.
[He nods then.]
Sure, I wouldn't mind the company.