[He just watches that display of frustration and anger, and how she takes it on the poor tree nearby. Honestly? That's an expression he recognizes, something he finds himself often dwelling in.
Now that he has her permission Akechi walks up to her, places his weapon down to lean against the same tree she had just stabbed, so that he can have both his hands free. Then, he gently pulls the the torn fabric of her shirt to see the injury better. It's not the worst thing out there, but still bleeding and definitely something that needs to be taken a proper look by a doctor or a healer.]
Do you. Um. [He starts, suddenly finding himself strangely bashful. If he's to tend to her wound he will need to have her shirt taken off. And that's.. not something he can really just do??] Do you-- I mean, can you take your top off? Just enough that I can see the wound.
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Now that he has her permission Akechi walks up to her, places his weapon down to lean against the same tree she had just stabbed, so that he can have both his hands free. Then, he gently pulls the the torn fabric of her shirt to see the injury better. It's not the worst thing out there, but still bleeding and definitely something that needs to be taken a proper look by a doctor or a healer.]
Do you. Um. [He starts, suddenly finding himself strangely bashful. If he's to tend to her wound he will need to have her shirt taken off. And that's.. not something he can really just do??] Do you-- I mean, can you take your top off? Just enough that I can see the wound.