[ It's cute, the way Aeryn flusters over such a thing. Especially since Wren is more focused on the medical care the other needs. He does idly wonder how close they were when they were younger.
There's a nod at the thanks, though perhaps Aeryn will notice that he's not nearly as chatty as his younger self. He wipes away the blood, and another rag comes to dry. Any injuries that might need a bandage are getting one. ]
All done. [ Wren reaches for a shirt - not the one Aeryn was holding earlier. This one is done in a blue color that matches the dragon's hair. He'll help put it on. ]
Are you injured lower?
[ Even as he asks, Wren's hand is trailing over Aeryn's thigh and calf - searching for a wound or even just blood spots. It's certainly... not a shy touch. ]
no subject
There's a nod at the thanks, though perhaps Aeryn will notice that he's not nearly as chatty as his younger self. He wipes away the blood, and another rag comes to dry. Any injuries that might need a bandage are getting one. ]
All done. [ Wren reaches for a shirt - not the one Aeryn was holding earlier. This one is done in a blue color that matches the dragon's hair. He'll help put it on. ]
Are you injured lower?
[ Even as he asks, Wren's hand is trailing over Aeryn's thigh and calf - searching for a wound or even just blood spots. It's certainly... not a shy touch. ]