Ah. He had forgotten about that. He offers a small nod, a faint half-smile ghosting across his expression.
Relying on others is strange, and can be very difficult. It became second nature with Mipha, over time, but...there was something different about that. Perhaps because he had known her longer, or because they fought together...it's hard to place. He never felt bad about asking for healing from her. Others, though? Well. He still has trouble asking for help, even now.
At the request, he nods once more, fiddling with the buttons on his tunic so he can pull the torn shirt open. If he had been wearing his Champion's tunic, it would have likely been a lost cause, so he's at least grateful for that.
Beneath the torn shirt is a map of old scars. He no longer remembers where he got all of them, but the least silvery he knows are from his last stand during the height of the Calamity. The wound in cuts a long, jagged line over top of some of those older ones, from shoulder on the left to sternum on the right. It looks mostly closed up, and even healed in a few places -- a few small areas seem a little fresher, perhaps indicating the trouble.]
I healed most of it, [he explains quietly. The mechanics of how he's able to use that healing ability are still difficult to explain, so he foregoes it for now.] ...but a few areas opened up again.
[After this, he really is going to have to work on that. It would be easier if he were able to use that ability less infrequently.]
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Date: 2023-03-15 09:03 pm (UTC)Ah. He had forgotten about that. He offers a small nod, a faint half-smile ghosting across his expression.
Relying on others is strange, and can be very difficult. It became second nature with Mipha, over time, but...there was something different about that. Perhaps because he had known her longer, or because they fought together...it's hard to place. He never felt bad about asking for healing from her. Others, though? Well. He still has trouble asking for help, even now.
At the request, he nods once more, fiddling with the buttons on his tunic so he can pull the torn shirt open. If he had been wearing his Champion's tunic, it would have likely been a lost cause, so he's at least grateful for that.
Beneath the torn shirt is a map of old scars. He no longer remembers where he got all of them, but the least silvery he knows are from his last stand during the height of the Calamity. The wound in cuts a long, jagged line over top of some of those older ones, from shoulder on the left to sternum on the right. It looks mostly closed up, and even healed in a few places -- a few small areas seem a little fresher, perhaps indicating the trouble.]
I healed most of it, [he explains quietly. The mechanics of how he's able to use that healing ability are still difficult to explain, so he foregoes it for now.] ...but a few areas opened up again.
[After this, he really is going to have to work on that. It would be easier if he were able to use that ability less infrequently.]