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Adelaide Cooke
UN: wellcooked

STATUS: Undergraduate

ACCOLADES: None yet! But soon!

BIO: I'm new here and extra new to all of this magic stuff! Please be patient with me!

© TESSISAMESS

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[heromedal]

[ There aren't many people who can truly help Rex to his feet more than help him balance, so Rex takes the opportunity to accept a helping hand that can actually help. Once he's back on his feet, he brushes himself off. ]

I think we put a crack in the wall with my spine.

[ He points over his shoulder at where he had been thrown at the wall. A fine crack at the epicentre of the impact. ]

Incidentally, if you have a solid grip on the extremity of something you are able to swing with one hand, it's best not to let go and instead beat them against a solid surface. Like shaking the dust off of cloth.

[ He mimics the motion, though he grunts halfway through. Now the danger has passed, his aches are starting to appear. ]

[transfusionem]

[If there was more blood in her system, she would actually blush, but what she's gotten from Rex wasn't quite enough to cause that reaction.

So instead, she just looks mildly embarrassed instead of outright mortified.]

Oh, geez, I didn't realize I threw you that hard...

[She looks at the wall - and, yep, cracked. She winces.]

I'll cover it. Don't worry.

[Her head tilts at the advice, and she nods after a moment. Makes sense, and she'll probably do so later, when she's trying to outright kill whatever she's fighting.

More importantly, though, is the grunt.]

Are you feeling alright...?

[heromedal]

Nothing to be concerned about. I've had vastly worse. Nothing broken.

[ He says this with way too much authority as if he is intimately aware of what it would feel like if there was. He spends a few moments stretching and seeing what hurts- A few grunts, only one wince. ]

Just a few bruises, I think. And I'll have to dress these...

[ He looks down at his wrists, the soft inner white fluff of his coat still red. He knows how to get blood out though. In fact...

He removes the coat entirely, folding it and laying it on the bed. His major reason for compulsively wearing it has passed somewhat, now he is no longer an obviously half starved beanpole and has bulked considerably, but it still feels... odd. It's a sign of trust, though she may not realise it. Even more so when he peels up his sleeves a little, just halfway up his forearm, to see the damage properly. Even in that small area, there are numerous scars, most overlapping with another- so whatever mark these leave is just another drop in the ocean. ]

Hm. Nothing I can't handle.

[transfusionem]

[The fact he can just say nothing's been broken is concerning, to say the least. But she knows he's been in fights before - he's killed vampires, he's done loads more than she ever has. So maybe he...does know.

Which.

He's the same age as her, isn't he? How could their lives have possibly been that different?]

Should've brought bandaids.

[Unless he has some on him already, in which case: geez.]

Would've thought that weird glow would've kept you from getting any injuries at all, to be honest. Definitely made you harder to bite.

[Why yes, she has no idea what the glow means, but it was Definitely Magical.]