Bloody hell, will you just sit still! I'm almost there! [And those last words will almost echo as Ignis' voice comes through both the stone and the door to the cottage. A moment later he comes through the door, tossing the stone onto the nearest flat surface and making his way toward Gladio.
He frowns at how strong the smell of blood is, magic itching under his skin aching to be released. However, he doesn't dare do so until he's cure the wound is clear.]
Guide my hands. What clothing needs to be moved? [Since, you know, 'low' still leaves a lot of ground to be covered.]
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[And those last words will almost echo as Ignis' voice comes through both the stone and the door to the cottage. A moment later he comes through the door, tossing the stone onto the nearest flat surface and making his way toward Gladio.
He frowns at how strong the smell of blood is, magic itching under his skin aching to be released. However, he doesn't dare do so until he's cure the wound is clear.]
Guide my hands. What clothing needs to be moved?
[Since, you know, 'low' still leaves a lot of ground to be covered.]