[Aela's looking perfectly fine, actually. A bit tired and with a few more scrapes than she had going in, but nothing that's actively bleeding or posing a problem. She nods at Lif's words, but before she can respond, her eyes fall on the bruised section of blue and the placement of his hand.]
You're hurt.
[It's a blunt, unnecessary statement. Aela pauses for a moment, like it really takes it that long to sink in, but suddenly she's moving forward with more urgency than usual, reaching out for Lif's hand to remove it if he'll let her. She wants to get a look at the injury, to assess it and get an idea of how to proceed from here.]
Let me see it. How deep is it? Are you still able to move?
[He's still standing, which is a good thing, but the bombardment of questions probably isn't. Sorry, Lif...]
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You're hurt.
[It's a blunt, unnecessary statement. Aela pauses for a moment, like it really takes it that long to sink in, but suddenly she's moving forward with more urgency than usual, reaching out for Lif's hand to remove it if he'll let her. She wants to get a look at the injury, to assess it and get an idea of how to proceed from here.]
Let me see it. How deep is it? Are you still able to move?
[He's still standing, which is a good thing, but the bombardment of questions probably isn't. Sorry, Lif...]