[It's been a quiet week so far - what Guy was expecting, honestly - so any visitors caught him by surprise. The voice in the door now was no exception, and he starts a bit at the sound of it. But hey, it's someone he recognizes, at least, and he slowly sits himself up in the bed as she makes her way in.
His right arm is wrapped from wrist to elbow, back and shoulders bandaged, one wing secured tightly down while the other lay weakly folded against his shoulder. Parts of his upper arms, particularly the right, are still bandaged here and there, but mostly are open, showing the scars of wounds that looked older than the rest. It's a rather awkward sight, coupled with how shaky he is as he nonchalantly leans his arms against his knees... and a definite contrast to the casual smile that's on his face.]
Well, hey there. [His voice is still as lighthearted as ever, if not a bit quiet, rough and tired around the edges. But it certainly doesn't bear the weight she might expect.] Can't say I expected a visit from you this week, Xion, haha. It's nice of you.
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His right arm is wrapped from wrist to elbow, back and shoulders bandaged, one wing secured tightly down while the other lay weakly folded against his shoulder. Parts of his upper arms, particularly the right, are still bandaged here and there, but mostly are open, showing the scars of wounds that looked older than the rest. It's a rather awkward sight, coupled with how shaky he is as he nonchalantly leans his arms against his knees... and a definite contrast to the casual smile that's on his face.]
Well, hey there. [His voice is still as lighthearted as ever, if not a bit quiet, rough and tired around the edges. But it certainly doesn't bear the weight she might expect.] Can't say I expected a visit from you this week, Xion, haha. It's nice of you.