Of course. [The supplies are almost repacked by the time he requests her assistance, so she sets down the remainder and turns to face him. She takes his hand in hers, gently guiding it through the sleeve, careful to watch for any winces or noises of discomfort. It's a slow process, one they have to figure out together, but it works. Kaname fastens the sides of the shirt in front. It's a simple Voldorian style that makes it easier.
Finished, she offers him a nod, before turning and stowing the rest of the medical stash. The bag is easily recognizable as the one carried around her waist their entire trek, always kept close to her person. From behind, it's apparent she's rummaging through it, possibly looking for something specific. Only when she turns around holding a very familiar bracelet is it obvious.]
I'm glad it survived the trip all right.
[Kaname turns it over in her hands before offering it to him, an uncertain smile on her face. She honestly not sure how he'll take the gesture, but she feels he should have it back.]
no subject
Finished, she offers him a nod, before turning and stowing the rest of the medical stash. The bag is easily recognizable as the one carried around her waist their entire trek, always kept close to her person. From behind, it's apparent she's rummaging through it, possibly looking for something specific. Only when she turns around holding a very familiar bracelet is it obvious.]
I'm glad it survived the trip all right.
[Kaname turns it over in her hands before offering it to him, an uncertain smile on her face. She honestly not sure how he'll take the gesture, but she feels he should have it back.]
It's yours.