Trust me, I've survived worse. Do have a bit of faith in me. And thank you.
[ For the step, the aid, despite how dubious Lan Wangji might be. And while there are times when the Doctor's boasting and assurances that he'll be fine and he knows what he's doing are really all just talk, in this case, he has far more to show for it. With reflexes far swifter than that of a human and enhanced sensory abilities, he's able to dodge his head so quickly back and forth that he might seem to have disappeared in a flourish. But he's there, still gripping the tree, still alive, still attempting to get closer all the while as he soothes. ]
Okay, little one — [ His voice barely breathless from the movement of dodging, the cadence of his words slow and gentle. Explaining what he's going to do, he hopes, will settle the creature. At least so it understands to whatever extent that it can. ]
If you'll trust me, we'll get a dressing over your wound. You'll feel loads better, I promise, and we'll get you somewhere safe.
[ Lacking the resources for stitches — and not something he would attempt here anyway — he can at least use his braces and the cloth that he has to do a very imperfect tie-over dressing. This isn't the sort of thing he does as a general practice; he's a doctor of many things (science and history and physics, among others) and he can diagnose and understand a creature on a scientific level far better than he can treat it, but he's not completely without skill, rusty though he may be. Knotting his braces near the area of the wound more precisely will help to stop the bleeding, too, he hopes. So he risks it, resting first the gentle cloth over the creature's wound, and then his hand, reflexes primed to dodge another attack if it comes. ]
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[ For the step, the aid, despite how dubious Lan Wangji might be. And while there are times when the Doctor's boasting and assurances that he'll be fine and he knows what he's doing are really all just talk, in this case, he has far more to show for it. With reflexes far swifter than that of a human and enhanced sensory abilities, he's able to dodge his head so quickly back and forth that he might seem to have disappeared in a flourish. But he's there, still gripping the tree, still alive, still attempting to get closer all the while as he soothes. ]
Okay, little one — [ His voice barely breathless from the movement of dodging, the cadence of his words slow and gentle. Explaining what he's going to do, he hopes, will settle the creature. At least so it understands to whatever extent that it can. ]
If you'll trust me, we'll get a dressing over your wound. You'll feel loads better, I promise, and we'll get you somewhere safe.
[ Lacking the resources for stitches — and not something he would attempt here anyway — he can at least use his braces and the cloth that he has to do a very imperfect tie-over dressing. This isn't the sort of thing he does as a general practice; he's a doctor of many things (science and history and physics, among others) and he can diagnose and understand a creature on a scientific level far better than he can treat it, but he's not completely without skill, rusty though he may be. Knotting his braces near the area of the wound more precisely will help to stop the bleeding, too, he hopes. So he risks it, resting first the gentle cloth over the creature's wound, and then his hand, reflexes primed to dodge another attack if it comes. ]