[ She grips his hand until her nails leave imprints into his palms, as if that alone could alleviate the pain by transferring the pressure away from her. She's-- scared, and her expression openly reflects as much, a soft whimper escaping her. That's what she feels, scared, because she doesn't know what happened after she had passed out, only that both her neck and the side of her chest hurts, that it feels like she's unable to take in a fully satisfying breath. But fear is a primal emotion born of the want to survive, and so she makes her best effort to push through the pain and confusion. The splint helps, so does the balm that functions as an analgesic, but above all it's Alfyn's words that help her.
--Fine. Fine... she's going to be fine.
Her eyes flutter shut as she feels faint once more. Somehow she manages to stop herself from falling unconscious, breathing in as he has just instructed. Still shallow, still quick, but not as erratic as before. It gives her something to concentrate on, at least, as the two talk. ]
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--Fine. Fine... she's going to be fine.
Her eyes flutter shut as she feels faint once more. Somehow she manages to stop herself from falling unconscious, breathing in as he has just instructed. Still shallow, still quick, but not as erratic as before. It gives her something to concentrate on, at least, as the two talk. ]