[If he had ever doubted Commander Jack Morisson's reflexes before this very moment, he would be thoroughly impressed: that was quite the swift response. As it is however Zenyatta nearly drops the curtain, opting instead to duck behind it.]
Oh!
[... this is really quite ridiculous, isn't it? As soon as it becomes apparent which of the two of them is the most surprised- or, more to the point, the one suffering for it- he sidles around to the man's bedside again, concerned.]
Hush, my friend. You are safe. [Strictly speaking, Mondatta has told him to keep his mala to himself while they unravel their true potential... but with someone quite visibly in pain before him, he just can't help himself.] Here. This may help.
[It takes more concentration than usual now that he has an audience, but on the second try a gentle flick of the wrist summons forth a wobbly ball of light. Another gesture sends it floating, slowly but surely, to Morrison's side, where it hovers like a surly child.]
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Oh!
[... this is really quite ridiculous, isn't it? As soon as it becomes apparent which of the two of them is the most surprised- or, more to the point, the one suffering for it- he sidles around to the man's bedside again, concerned.]
Hush, my friend. You are safe. [Strictly speaking, Mondatta has told him to keep his mala to himself while they unravel their true potential... but with someone quite visibly in pain before him, he just can't help himself.] Here. This may help.
[It takes more concentration than usual now that he has an audience, but on the second try a gentle flick of the wrist summons forth a wobbly ball of light. Another gesture sends it floating, slowly but surely, to Morrison's side, where it hovers like a surly child.]