"My dear, hang on," Aziraphale interrupted, bending low and covering the quickly swelling area with a feather-light touch. "Shh." he said, concentrating, and glanced at her surprised gaze. "I'm simply trying to lessen it, a bit. This lovely lady behind me is trying to help you - have you met Anathema Device before? - and they'll get you patched up in two short ticks."
There was a pause as he inhaled, exhaled. "All right, my dear, is that any better at all?" He watched her with a curious look of sympathy, eyes compassionate, and tucked a wayward strand of red hair under her cheek. Poor child.
"And no picking any more fights with a Horseperson!" he admonished, and stood, turning to Anathema, and Adam.
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Date: 2006-08-08 03:25 am (UTC)There was a pause as he inhaled, exhaled. "All right, my dear, is that any better at all?" He watched her with a curious look of sympathy, eyes compassionate, and tucked a wayward strand of red hair under her cheek. Poor child.
"And no picking any more fights with a Horseperson!" he admonished, and stood, turning to Anathema, and Adam.