[As Guren goes to gather him up, Damian's face bunches roughly into something expecting pain, someone determined to feel it and persist. But he grabs Guren's clothes and arm where he can to latch on.
Expected--the pain is sharp and sudden, and Damian bites out a soft groan as he determinedly clambers to his feet. The ache is there, but not quite as bad when he's standing, but his breathing is shallow despite being level. Any deeper breath, and his face pinches.
He hasn't let go of Guren, but he's not leaning.]
How long... is your arm going... to look disgusting? You now you can't go back... like that.
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Expected--the pain is sharp and sudden, and Damian bites out a soft groan as he determinedly clambers to his feet. The ache is there, but not quite as bad when he's standing, but his breathing is shallow despite being level. Any deeper breath, and his face pinches.
He hasn't let go of Guren, but he's not leaning.]
How long... is your arm going... to look disgusting? You now you can't go back... like that.