He nodded again to Tamaki, then watched while the boy worked once again, holding Fai still.
When Fai tried speaking again, he couldn't help but heave another sigh. "How many times do I have to say it..." he muttered, but let the main point go. The magician was clearly too pained to register or care for further scolding - he'd have shut up by now had the case been different. All Fai could grasp onto now was the pain and the fear. And, apparently, Kurogane's wrist as well. First his shirt, now this. At least this kind of clinging wasn't so annoying as the usual. Still, it was just as sad. Had the magician really never been so injured before?
Kurogane didn't attempt to pull away for the moment Fai held on, letting him do as he pleased if it would help somehow. He'd already consented into staying, so there was no point in refusing additional clinging now.
Tamaki was doing all he could but wouldn't be able to do everything with the supplies he had. That was fine so long as it helped. A healer would have been better (probably), but knowing Fai he wouldn't have wanted anything to do with anyone else's magic even if it had meant helping him. He could barely handle dealing with his own, as stood. Or that's how Kurogane saw it.
Slowly, he lowered Fai back to the bed once Tamaki had nodded that it was all right. Fai did need to rest if he really was "going to be just fine". However, judging by how popular the room was becoming, Kurogane had a feeling that resting here would not be the best. If anyone else came, things were bound to get even more hectic. "If someone else comes, I'll take him elsewhere," he said to Tamaki, "to clear the room."
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When Fai tried speaking again, he couldn't help but heave another sigh. "How many times do I have to say it..." he muttered, but let the main point go. The magician was clearly too pained to register or care for further scolding - he'd have shut up by now had the case been different. All Fai could grasp onto now was the pain and the fear. And, apparently, Kurogane's wrist as well. First his shirt, now this. At least this kind of clinging wasn't so annoying as the usual. Still, it was just as sad. Had the magician really never been so injured before?
Kurogane didn't attempt to pull away for the moment Fai held on, letting him do as he pleased if it would help somehow. He'd already consented into staying, so there was no point in refusing additional clinging now.
Tamaki was doing all he could but wouldn't be able to do everything with the supplies he had. That was fine so long as it helped. A healer would have been better (probably), but knowing Fai he wouldn't have wanted anything to do with anyone else's magic even if it had meant helping him. He could barely handle dealing with his own, as stood. Or that's how Kurogane saw it.
Slowly, he lowered Fai back to the bed once Tamaki had nodded that it was all right. Fai did need to rest if he really was "going to be just fine". However, judging by how popular the room was becoming, Kurogane had a feeling that resting here would not be the best. If anyone else came, things were bound to get even more hectic. "If someone else comes, I'll take him elsewhere," he said to Tamaki, "to clear the room."