(It's a hotel in youkai hell. Surely they get customers just as strange if not stranger.
Useless useless useless he's so useless right now and returns the squeeze. He's holding on tight, absolutely anxious, and doesn't let go of the wizard. As Shylock struggles through the pain, he tries to make it as comfortable as possible. It's awkward but he reaches out to keep Shylock's hair out of his face and just... tries to stay calm.
Panicking won't help. In situations like this, it's... it's important to be a reliable figure. Yes, this is what he's learned from his time on the battlefield, at least. Be a steady source until help comes or... time runs its course. And that's what Shylock had said he'd needed, right? Time.
The fire dies down and with it, some of Hizen's anxiety. He sits up, more alert, wondering if this is his chance. Can he finally do something? He reaches his free hand out over Shylock's chest, feeling the flames weaken. He lowers his hand carefully as the flames grow smaller, trying to smother and bat away at the embers.
Interesting. Despite the strength earlier, he'd expected to see Shylock's clothes damaged but... there's nothing. The more he thinks about it now, it makes sense that it would be a magic flame or something. Not once had the fire spread... it just burned in place.
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Useless useless useless he's so useless right now and returns the squeeze. He's holding on tight, absolutely anxious, and doesn't let go of the wizard. As Shylock struggles through the pain, he tries to make it as comfortable as possible. It's awkward but he reaches out to keep Shylock's hair out of his face and just... tries to stay calm.
Panicking won't help. In situations like this, it's... it's important to be a reliable figure. Yes, this is what he's learned from his time on the battlefield, at least. Be a steady source until help comes or... time runs its course. And that's what Shylock had said he'd needed, right? Time.
The fire dies down and with it, some of Hizen's anxiety. He sits up, more alert, wondering if this is his chance. Can he finally do something? He reaches his free hand out over Shylock's chest, feeling the flames weaken. He lowers his hand carefully as the flames grow smaller, trying to smother and bat away at the embers.
Interesting. Despite the strength earlier, he'd expected to see Shylock's clothes damaged but... there's nothing. The more he thinks about it now, it makes sense that it would be a magic flame or something. Not once had the fire spread... it just burned in place.
Quietly,)
Hey.
(And again, he fixes Shylock's hair awkwardly,)
... Shylock?