[ Of course it sounds mad. It sounds completely unreasonable, in fact, and Rafa doesn't countenance it for a moment. Instead, his eyes fix on the IV, and then slide back to Vex. ]
What have they given you? Be still and let me see.
[ He comes up to Vex, reaching to touch his face and examine his injuries. His eye, bruised from a battering. His body held tense, indicating a beating elsewhere. Possibly more than one. His hands barely working, the fingers standing at odd angles. Rafa takes a meticulous mental assessment, coming to the conclusion, firstly, that it could have been much worse, and secondly, that Vex would be in agony.
How he knows that it could have been worse is, incidentally, not something he focuses on. He knows from a glance where those bones have been broken and what force would have been used, knows that the extraction could not have been finished because Vex isn't hurt enough for that. His torturer had still been working on him. Rafa knows it, and isn't sure how he knows.
His fingers trail gently over Vex's jaw. This is a side of him most people never see. It also conceals violence beneath the surface. He's going to ruin the creature that did this to Vex. No one will look at them, and think it could have been worse He reaches up, smoothing Vex's hair back and meeting his eyes with careful intent. ]
I will get you home. I will take care of you. Sit, please. Rest. Do not worry for your captor. They'll beg for death before I'm done with them.
[ Inside, there's a shudder of recognition, of assurance. A mental catalogue unfurls in his head, as he imagines the payment he'll take from the one who did this.
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What have they given you? Be still and let me see.
[ He comes up to Vex, reaching to touch his face and examine his injuries. His eye, bruised from a battering. His body held tense, indicating a beating elsewhere. Possibly more than one. His hands barely working, the fingers standing at odd angles. Rafa takes a meticulous mental assessment, coming to the conclusion, firstly, that it could have been much worse, and secondly, that Vex would be in agony.
How he knows that it could have been worse is, incidentally, not something he focuses on. He knows from a glance where those bones have been broken and what force would have been used, knows that the extraction could not have been finished because Vex isn't hurt enough for that. His torturer had still been working on him. Rafa knows it, and isn't sure how he knows.
His fingers trail gently over Vex's jaw. This is a side of him most people never see. It also conceals violence beneath the surface. He's going to ruin the creature that did this to Vex. No one will look at them, and think it could have been worse He reaches up, smoothing Vex's hair back and meeting his eyes with careful intent. ]
I will get you home. I will take care of you. Sit, please. Rest. Do not worry for your captor. They'll beg for death before I'm done with them.
[ Inside, there's a shudder of recognition, of assurance. A mental catalogue unfurls in his head, as he imagines the payment he'll take from the one who did this.