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damned_institute2009-03-13 05:13 pm
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Disciplinary Therapy Room 3 [MU for Kvothe]
Family really was such an important thing. And for him to have lost his at such an early age was really quite tragic and, she had to admit, in a way romantic. The struggle to avenge the deaths of those he’d loved, the desire to spare others from the same fate... It was what the best stories were made of. It was a pity that he’d lost some of that though. In her opinion, the hero of such a story should always remember the loss and strive to atone for it, to prevent it from happening again. So clearly it was up to her to make sure that she set him back on the right path.
And she’d make sure that she gave him every reason to remember what he’d lost and what he still stood to lose.
He would be waking up soon, so she took one last look over him, tracing the line of his cheek and jaw with a finger before returning to double check her supplies. Soon enough, they would be able to begin, and she’d be able to make sure he never forgot what was important.
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Moving her hands across the boy's chest, her brow furrowed, she shook her head. "I don't feel anything that would indicate internal injuries, but I'm just ninja. His breathing isn't labored, so I think he'll be okay to carry."
The boy didn't look too heavy, so Sheena figured she'd probably be able to carry him. Normally, this wouldn't be an issue, but with her exsphere dormant, she lacked the boosted strength. Still, she moved around the boy, trying to decide which method of carrying him would be best. She pulled him into a sitting position.
"I need you to hold him like this so I can get the right leverage," she stated, not even considering having Yukari help with more than that.
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"You've got him?" she asked, crouching down and taking hold of the boy to keep him propped up. Not that she was eager to help carry him, nor did she feel any particular guilt making Sheena do the work, but it did serve to remind her of her powerlessness.
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"Okay... okay... I'm... I'm good to go." Being unconscious must add about thirty pounds onto a person.