(Still as casual as ever. It's true though, he isn't particularly injured if you ignore the minor cuts and scratches on him but even those start to add up over time. It's not so much the damage on his human body that has him taking a breather but the wear on his true form.
While Lutha keeps watch or rather-- tries to distract himself-- Tsuru reads him patiently. He's scared, Tsuru notes, and it shows. He's trying to keep it together and its wound him up, tight like a coil. He notes the way Lutha clutches his gun...
And he reaches out with one hand, fingers brushing against the fabric of his glove and then steadying his hand with his own,)
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(Still as casual as ever. It's true though, he isn't particularly injured if you ignore the minor cuts and scratches on him but even those start to add up over time. It's not so much the damage on his human body that has him taking a breather but the wear on his true form.
While Lutha keeps watch or rather-- tries to distract himself-- Tsuru reads him patiently. He's scared, Tsuru notes, and it shows. He's trying to keep it together and its wound him up, tight like a coil. He notes the way Lutha clutches his gun...
And he reaches out with one hand, fingers brushing against the fabric of his glove and then steadying his hand with his own,)
Steady.
(His voice is gentle and calm,)
Too tightly and you might break.