( it takes her long enough to decide how to answer that he might wonder if she just didn't hear him. it isn't an awkward silence, per se, it just ... goes on for a while, and more than anything else she's so fucking tired, sometimes, when she thinks of how much she can't do compared to how much she can.
there's so much more she can't fucking do. it's different, here, but she's lived the alternative for much longer.
slowly, not ashamed of herself but aware that what she's about to say is both not at all the helpful answer he's looking for and also potentially very, very unwelcome in itself, ) The kind of injury you're describing isn't something I've encountered in a scenario where we had the luxury of options beyond making it fast.
( mila isn't a healer; she's someone whose abilities are applicable and who has, out of necessity, applied them. it hasn't always - ever - been pretty. )
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there's so much more she can't fucking do. it's different, here, but she's lived the alternative for much longer.
slowly, not ashamed of herself but aware that what she's about to say is both not at all the helpful answer he's looking for and also potentially very, very unwelcome in itself, ) The kind of injury you're describing isn't something I've encountered in a scenario where we had the luxury of options beyond making it fast.
( mila isn't a healer; she's someone whose abilities are applicable and who has, out of necessity, applied them. it hasn't always - ever - been pretty. )