[ it's funny how much easier it is to be brave for someone else's sake than your own.
watching finn's wide, worried eyes, hearing the fear crack fractures in his voice, rand feels his own nerves settle. and maybe not for nothing: no matter how much it had hurt to be dragged to relative safety, he is further from danger now. his sword may be lost somewhere in the battlefield, but thanks to itachi's foresight it's not one he feels too bad losing; and his bow and quiver are still strapped to his back and in usable shape, if he doesn't miss his mark. it could be worse. it could be much worse. ]
No. [ he doesn't dare risk shaking his head, white-knuckled grip he has on his composure, pain setting fine trembles to his limbs and sweat beading on his skin. ] No, I'm alright.
[ he has the grace to grimace almost as soon as he says it, the most ridiculous lie he's ever told. it's easy to imagine nynaeve slapping the back of his head for the audacity of calling himself alright at a time like this. ]
They didn't bite me, [ he tries again, very carefully keeping his eyes on finn's face. if he lets them stray and take in the shape of his injury, well...best not let that happen. his hand raises to finn's shoulder, and it's not even an effort to smile. ] You're not hurt, are you?
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watching finn's wide, worried eyes, hearing the fear crack fractures in his voice, rand feels his own nerves settle. and maybe not for nothing: no matter how much it had hurt to be dragged to relative safety, he is further from danger now. his sword may be lost somewhere in the battlefield, but thanks to itachi's foresight it's not one he feels too bad losing; and his bow and quiver are still strapped to his back and in usable shape, if he doesn't miss his mark. it could be worse. it could be much worse. ]
No. [ he doesn't dare risk shaking his head, white-knuckled grip he has on his composure, pain setting fine trembles to his limbs and sweat beading on his skin. ] No, I'm alright.
[ he has the grace to grimace almost as soon as he says it, the most ridiculous lie he's ever told. it's easy to imagine nynaeve slapping the back of his head for the audacity of calling himself alright at a time like this. ]
They didn't bite me, [ he tries again, very carefully keeping his eyes on finn's face. if he lets them stray and take in the shape of his injury, well...best not let that happen. his hand raises to finn's shoulder, and it's not even an effort to smile. ] You're not hurt, are you?