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Gwenog Jones (haveyoumet_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Gwenog shrugged slightly. It wasn't that she wanted to brush off the prejudice she faced, especially how it had affected her when she was younger, but she was used to working through it now. "It's excellent motivation to prove people wrong." she said, words she had definitely spent much of her life so far living by.

She had no idea what was going on with him any more, but if she could get his hand fixed well enough then maybe he might be able to do something himself. Maybe he might be able to focus more.

"Thumb now," she said, taking hold of the digit with care and holding onto his wrist where it looked less broken, just in case she squeezed too tight. At first when she pulled it didn't quite take as her fingers slid off before it had aligned correctly, which made her swear and apologise before immediately trying again. Thankfully the second time his thumb aligned again with a nasty crunching sound.

"What do you want me to do now? she asked, unsure what to offer. "Can you stand?"