Alright. Just...no more excessive movements, okay? Try, at least. I'll be right back.

[she climbs out of bed and to her feet, wavering a bit. whoa. her legs...after all that...

she huffs, exasperated with herself. get a grip, Lucina. the man's in pain! with her face fixed in a scowl, she marches out of the room, slowing to a near-dead stop just a few steps out of there when she realizes she's just...stomping around without her clothes on.

which is fine? honestly? and why is she worrying about this? go get the ice.]



Here...

[she returns with a small sandwich bag of ice wrapped in a towel, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding it out for him to take.]

I put your clothes in the dryer as well...once they're done, why don't we get someone to see to that? Make sure it'll heal up efficiently.