Nel turned her attention to Ienzo as he moved, brushing his hair from his face with her fingers gently. "Szayel," she said, sharply, aware that Ienzo might be able to hear what was said at present but was unlikely to coherently remember anything said in this exact moment, which was for the best, "shut up."
She brushed at Ienzo's hair with her fingers again, talking to him softly, even if he wouldn't remember it. A soothing, calm voice was the point, rather than him coming round to the sound of Szayel calling him a cripple. "It's all right, Ienzo, you're safe. We've got you."
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Date: 2017-05-29 09:47 pm (UTC)She brushed at Ienzo's hair with her fingers again, talking to him softly, even if he wouldn't remember it. A soothing, calm voice was the point, rather than him coming round to the sound of Szayel calling him a cripple. "It's all right, Ienzo, you're safe. We've got you."