[Namazuo sits, still and obedient, though he doesn't take his worried gaze off of Haru. They've been together less than a year, yes, but even the newest sword has to know about Haru's penchant for understatement--at least when it comes to things like this.
Taking the cue as an invitation, he climbs up onto the couch, tucking himself against Haru's side. The tissue he stuffs in his nose; it makes him look and sound ridiculous, but it works. And this way, his hands are free, something he makes use of almost immediately. Catching one of Haru's between them, he rubs gently, trying to warm his master's fingers. The joints of his own body have been oddly stiff, and if he can ease even a little of Haru's discomfort, he'll do what he can.]
Strange. [He answers honestly, seeing no reason to lie.] Like I've been damaged a little, but only this body. I didn't realize they could leak in so many places.
[He knows about tears and blood, but his experience with runny noses is minimal.]
burrows under haru's blanket and lays on his feet
Taking the cue as an invitation, he climbs up onto the couch, tucking himself against Haru's side. The tissue he stuffs in his nose; it makes him look and sound ridiculous, but it works. And this way, his hands are free, something he makes use of almost immediately. Catching one of Haru's between them, he rubs gently, trying to warm his master's fingers. The joints of his own body have been oddly stiff, and if he can ease even a little of Haru's discomfort, he'll do what he can.]
Strange. [He answers honestly, seeing no reason to lie.] Like I've been damaged a little, but only this body. I didn't realize they could leak in so many places.
[He knows about tears and blood, but his experience with runny noses is minimal.]