[jason's smile is a welcomed gesture, one the younger boy brightens even further toward. for whatever it may be worth, jason's second attempt was better than the first and came close enough. (they'll figure it out as they go along!) also, yes, he should be cut some slack given how he'd fallen from the sky a few hours ago, has only just awaken, so there's sleep grogginess to account for.
oddly enough, an ‘angel’ isn't too far off (in a more metaphorical sense). jason's quite lucky that it was sizhui who'd found him rather than someone less accommodating.
speaking of which, he really should run downstairs, ask the innkeeper if he has any medicines on hand and if he doesn't, consider making a run into town for some later. he's hoping jason will sleep more, take all the time he needs to recover while he can because eventually, he (they) must return to cloud recesses. gods, he hasn't even considered that yet, but whenever the time comes, he'll already know the answer. punishment be damned, leaving the poor guy behind isn't an option for sizhui when he's well-aware of the consequences.
somewhat tentatively, he reaches to help jason with his shirt, making sure it doesn't catch on the brace he's fastened or that it's necessary he'll have to twist uncomfortably in any way. jason murmurs something, nothing he can understand unfortunate as it is – or is it fortunate? because wow, how shameless! – but he sets the t-shirt aside, offers a polite bow of his head then hovers his right hand above a bruise on jason's abdomen. there's a faint warming sensation, the discoloration lessens beneath blue-glowing fingertips and with a smile, he moves on to the next contusion near his ribs.]
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oddly enough, an ‘angel’ isn't too far off (in a more metaphorical sense). jason's quite lucky that it was sizhui who'd found him rather than someone less accommodating.
speaking of which, he really should run downstairs, ask the innkeeper if he has any medicines on hand and if he doesn't, consider making a run into town for some later. he's hoping jason will sleep more, take all the time he needs to recover while he can because eventually, he (they) must return to cloud recesses. gods, he hasn't even considered that yet, but whenever the time comes, he'll already know the answer. punishment be damned, leaving the poor guy behind isn't an option for sizhui when he's well-aware of the consequences.
somewhat tentatively, he reaches to help jason with his shirt, making sure it doesn't catch on the brace he's fastened or that it's necessary he'll have to twist uncomfortably in any way. jason murmurs something, nothing he can understand unfortunate as it is – or is it fortunate? because wow, how shameless! – but he sets the t-shirt aside, offers a polite bow of his head then hovers his right hand above a bruise on jason's abdomen. there's a faint warming sensation, the discoloration lessens beneath blue-glowing fingertips and with a smile, he moves on to the next contusion near his ribs.]