🗲 Thoughts on Ja’far? 🗲 @labyrinthus-magici​ 🗲

🗲 Injured and Healers 🗲 @labyrinthus-magici​ 🗲

Ja’far doesn’t give her time to say anything else; she’ll likely protest, insist she’s fine ( if Masrur is any basis ). He kneels before her, brushes her hair out of her eyes and silently catalogs any obvious injuries. The fight isn’t quite over yet but the others seem to have a handle on things. He stands, reaches out a hand and motions that if she can’t walk he’ll carry her. 

Injuries meme 🗲 @labyrinthus-magici​ 

Ah, that hurt, a little more than he’d like to admit. A sharp cut along his calf knocked him off balance; but not before he was able to dispatch the offender. He buckled to one knee, grit his teeth for a moment before pushing himself back up. Best not to put too much weight on it, not until he can get a bandage round the wound. 

He glances to Morgiana, who of course looks worried. But Ja’far only smiles, brief in an attempt at reassurance.

Meme. 🗲 @labyrinthus-magici 🗲 Accepting.

Everyone deserves to hear that at least once. But he knew how seldom it happened in this world. Ja’far reached out, put a hand on her head, giving her ample opportunity to pull away if the gesture discomforted her. ( he knew Masrur had been rather confused by a gentle hand when they had first met. ) He smoothed her hair and smiled, warm and comforting. 

Accepting.

Ja’far is usually up late, despite the protests from Rurumu. ( you’ll never grow if you don’t sleep. ) Even if he’s been sent to bed, separated from his work space, he’ll generally lay awake for a while, quiet with his own thoughts. So when Masrur knocks on the door, Ja’far is already awake to invite him inside. ( he’d heard his shuffling footsteps coming down he hall anyway. )

Ja’far sits up in his bed, urges Masrur to come over. He puts a hand on his head and smiles, warm and serene.