timestamp : night , — of december 1920 . location : the den tagging : @yurylenkov
heavy sigh leaves him as he examines the injury the other had sustained from a poor fall , though fyodor has to admit that once some of the blood was cleaned away , it was less substantial than he originally had believed it to be . that would not , however , save yury from the stern tone fyodor enters when things like this happened . it came from a place of care , a paternal instinct he cannot shake though he has little indication where it came from , given the state he himself currently lives in . he tuts slightly , then moves to get the metal first aid kit from one of the shelves before returning , and handing it off to the younger man .
‘ bandage that properly , yura , ’ he advises , before moving to sit again . he likely should have used his cane today , but he pushes through it for the sake of pride , even while he scolds the other . his own pains were less considered .
