[ by the time Dokja's put his head together, Abel has twigged onto the fact the other man is no longer sleeping - and so, he'll find the priest pulling his chair a little closer and gesturing with one hand to be cautious. ]
--Don't try to sit up too fast, alright...? Slowly, mm?
[ it's join by a small wince of sympathy; he's sure everything still Hurts. just looking at Dokja hurts, honestly. ]
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--Don't try to sit up too fast, alright...? Slowly, mm?
[ it's join by a small wince of sympathy; he's sure everything still Hurts. just looking at Dokja hurts, honestly. ]
How are you feeling...?