Perhaps it is... Fate conspired to have us meet twenty years ago, so that I should be able to stand here, now, mending your wounds.
[ There's a twinkle in his eye as he says it, a bit of mirth in his voice.
Someone very dear to him... Ah, Dion must speak of his attendant. He had sent Jote away for similar reasons, to keep her safe rather than to seek out an individual, but it makes sense. It's nice, knowing that Dion has someone so close to him that he can trust.
But Dion finally gives in to him, and he could let out a sigh of relief if he didn't feel like masking it. His own wounds, from Ultima's exit from his body, had been healed upon coming here, but they had been life-threatening. Joshua has only wanted to ensure that Dion's are the same - the man had fought Ultima directly, after all, and he's well aware of what happens when an Eikon is defeated in flight. Bahamut would not have had anywhere to land to soften the blow of falling out of a primed state, like as not.
The amount of bandages here is... staggering, compared to Dion's arm. Joshua frowns, expression thoughtful. He has enough left on his roll of bandages to cover these, but only just. He will have to restock.
But Dion's words make him pause, and while by some miracle of the Founder his ears don't flush at the tone of it, the feathers of his wings and the small feathers interspersed throughout his hair certainly ruffle up. Flames, he hates these boons sometimes.
He clears his throat, moving to locate the ending of the bandages so that he can unwind them. ]
I will need to remove these first. Pray, hold still a moment - I will try to be gentle. Are there any areas in particular that bother you worse than others?
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[ There's a twinkle in his eye as he says it, a bit of mirth in his voice.
Someone very dear to him... Ah, Dion must speak of his attendant. He had sent Jote away for similar reasons, to keep her safe rather than to seek out an individual, but it makes sense. It's nice, knowing that Dion has someone so close to him that he can trust.
But Dion finally gives in to him, and he could let out a sigh of relief if he didn't feel like masking it. His own wounds, from Ultima's exit from his body, had been healed upon coming here, but they had been life-threatening. Joshua has only wanted to ensure that Dion's are the same - the man had fought Ultima directly, after all, and he's well aware of what happens when an Eikon is defeated in flight. Bahamut would not have had anywhere to land to soften the blow of falling out of a primed state, like as not.
The amount of bandages here is... staggering, compared to Dion's arm. Joshua frowns, expression thoughtful. He has enough left on his roll of bandages to cover these, but only just. He will have to restock.
But Dion's words make him pause, and while by some miracle of the Founder his ears don't flush at the tone of it, the feathers of his wings and the small feathers interspersed throughout his hair certainly ruffle up. Flames, he hates these boons sometimes.
He clears his throat, moving to locate the ending of the bandages so that he can unwind them. ]
I will need to remove these first. Pray, hold still a moment - I will try to be gentle. Are there any areas in particular that bother you worse than others?