[He reaches over, taking her wrist very lightly to pull her fingers away from the cut.]
That should be cleaned and bandaged.
[All of their wounds should, although Hakkai doesn't have any serious injuries himself: a few cuts, those phantom pains, and blood drying in his hair from what had been a chip in his blade until he returned to this form.
He adds, in a low voice, looking down at her injury:] I would prefer not to be released.
[There are other gods he considers reasonable. Other gods he could work with, but this place by Elsa's side is the place that he has begun to make his own. He won't give it up so easily.]
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[He reaches over, taking her wrist very lightly to pull her fingers away from the cut.]
That should be cleaned and bandaged.
[All of their wounds should, although Hakkai doesn't have any serious injuries himself: a few cuts, those phantom pains, and blood drying in his hair from what had been a chip in his blade until he returned to this form.
He adds, in a low voice, looking down at her injury:] I would prefer not to be released.
[There are other gods he considers reasonable. Other gods he could work with, but this place by Elsa's side is the place that he has begun to make his own. He won't give it up so easily.]