[they do look pretty bad, especially if he can't ball them into fists. it worries her to think that he stopped feeling things the longer he was down here, and it was probably exacerbated by the fact that he was really and truly blind.
she raises her own to grab at his hand, lets her magic syphon onto his bruised hands, healing over any significant broken bones and tissue damage.]
I'll fix them enough for you to use them again.
[wanda needs him to know that they are fixable, even if they'll still hurt him. her breathing is shaky, her thoughts scatteredβ]
I'm sorry I wasn't here. [she thinks of the times she had a warm bed to sleep in, of meals to fill her stomach; thinks of how those here had none of that.] I'm sorry we couldn't come any sooner.
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she raises her own to grab at his hand, lets her magic syphon onto his bruised hands, healing over any significant broken bones and tissue damage.]
I'll fix them enough for you to use them again.
[wanda needs him to know that they are fixable, even if they'll still hurt him. her breathing is shaky, her thoughts scatteredβ]
I'm sorry I wasn't here. [she thinks of the times she had a warm bed to sleep in, of meals to fill her stomach; thinks of how those here had none of that.] I'm sorry we couldn't come any sooner.