[ vash stares down at the neatly folded square of cloth as though he doesn't quite know what it is - though the look of curious confusion only lasts for a moment, before he beams wide enough to show a flash of eyeteeth as he takes it from the other's hands. he doesn't immediately bring it to his face, though, keeping it loosely clutched in the curl of his fingers, rubbing the edge of his thumb against the fabric as though in some unconscious way, he is a little shy about actually using it. ]
... Thank you!
[ as charles tips his head towards the mirrors, he might catch the glimpse of fires burning on the surface still - though it seems to be dying away, flickers of pale blue fuel-fire obscured by rising waves of dust cloud, fine sand beginning to swirl across the surface as it slowly starts to fade back to nothing, seemingly innocent as though nothing has happened at all.
vash hunches his shoulders anyway, regardless of how kindly and reassuring the other's tone is - almost drawing up to his ears before letting go with a sharp exhale with an edge of a laugh caught against it. ]
Uh, yeah, [ with a jerk, he seems to come back to himself, remembering that he's holding the handkerchief - so thankfully he could cautiously dab at the running blood with it, and hide his face at the same time from any scrutiny. ] It's ... nothing. Sorry!
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... Thank you!
[ as charles tips his head towards the mirrors, he might catch the glimpse of fires burning on the surface still - though it seems to be dying away, flickers of pale blue fuel-fire obscured by rising waves of dust cloud, fine sand beginning to swirl across the surface as it slowly starts to fade back to nothing, seemingly innocent as though nothing has happened at all.
vash hunches his shoulders anyway, regardless of how kindly and reassuring the other's tone is - almost drawing up to his ears before letting go with a sharp exhale with an edge of a laugh caught against it. ]
Uh, yeah, [ with a jerk, he seems to come back to himself, remembering that he's holding the handkerchief - so thankfully he could cautiously dab at the running blood with it, and hide his face at the same time from any scrutiny. ] It's ... nothing. Sorry!