[The impact jostles him; his right arm takes the brunt, his left reaching over to protectively fold around her. A crack of leather cracks in the air, the whip a wordless threat. Jayce freezes, the drag of his horrified frown at too sharp an angle, his expression torn between unmitigated dread and a quietly growing fury.
A scuffle erupts some bodies away from them; the guard's attention turns.]
You're fine, [he murmurs to her,] don't worry.
[Resuming his height, Jayce runs a hand through his hair. Adrenaline recedes, the neural alarm eases for sharp pain to surface; he looks down at his thigh—gauze gown cut, the slick of red obvious—and hisses out.]
Guess you got me pretty good, [eye line follows to her tail.] Should I be worried about any side effect?
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A scuffle erupts some bodies away from them; the guard's attention turns.]
You're fine, [he murmurs to her,] don't worry.
[Resuming his height, Jayce runs a hand through his hair. Adrenaline recedes, the neural alarm eases for sharp pain to surface; he looks down at his thigh—gauze gown cut, the slick of red obvious—and hisses out.]
Guess you got me pretty good, [eye line follows to her tail.] Should I be worried about any side effect?