[ Beneath some of the dirt and blood, his skin is paler. It's hard to notice, with the darkness and the dust on his face, but it's a clear reaction to the damage his body is enduring.
When she's close enough, he finds enough energy to lift his hand. He drags his gloved fingers through her hair, tucking it behind her ear before cupping the back of her head. Distantly, it registers that he ought to have removed his gloves; the leather might snag uncomfortably in her hair.
His breaths are shorter, strained by exhaustion, pain, and something else that got into his lungs. That something else is what loosens his tongue and he speaks. He sounds hazy, obviously lightheaded, and his voice is low and rumbling. ]
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When she's close enough, he finds enough energy to lift his hand. He drags his gloved fingers through her hair, tucking it behind her ear before cupping the back of her head. Distantly, it registers that he ought to have removed his gloves; the leather might snag uncomfortably in her hair.
His breaths are shorter, strained by exhaustion, pain, and something else that got into his lungs. That something else is what loosens his tongue and he speaks. He sounds hazy, obviously lightheaded, and his voice is low and rumbling. ]
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