[He considers her name--and the joke--but doesn't do much more than nod for now. Truth be told, the silver blood is alarming not just in its quantity and in the pain of the rents in his flesh, but in the quality of its colour... if he's got silver running through his veins, shouldn't he be dead? Or is this another trick of the gem that he's become?
It's all a little too much to think about right now, just as the initial touch of the crystal heart overloaded him, left him with all the wrong impressions.
Boyce sighs, turns slightly to face her. He's holding the mess of his ruined flesh together, but it's clear that the bird thing's claws left the worst marks along the side of his torso... a little less so further up the side of his chest and down across his thigh. Any werewolf he's know is familiar with wrecking clothing in the face of an unwanted shift, but this is a little different. He might respect Yang's battle tactics now, but it's embarrassing to admit to the vulnerability of the wound he's suffering, let alone the slashed sweater and longjohns. Thank good workmanship for a sturdy leather belt.]
It'll mend, [he tries to tell her.] it'll just take time.
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It's all a little too much to think about right now, just as the initial touch of the crystal heart overloaded him, left him with all the wrong impressions.
Boyce sighs, turns slightly to face her. He's holding the mess of his ruined flesh together, but it's clear that the bird thing's claws left the worst marks along the side of his torso... a little less so further up the side of his chest and down across his thigh. Any werewolf he's know is familiar with wrecking clothing in the face of an unwanted shift, but this is a little different. He might respect Yang's battle tactics now, but it's embarrassing to admit to the vulnerability of the wound he's suffering, let alone the slashed sweater and longjohns. Thank good workmanship for a sturdy leather belt.]
It'll mend, [he tries to tell her.] it'll just take time.