He didn't expect Aether to stand, but it's better that he did, it makes it far easier to step back toward him and brace him upright, Baizhu's hands under the traveler's elbows. Balance is quickly restored, and would have been without his help - but he doesn't let go.]
That's enough.
[Not quite a scolding, but as firm as he dares make it. If even that small amount of movement is enough to leave Aether gasping and swaying...
With gentle pressure, he guides the traveler to sit back down on the chair he just vacated - turned aside, so his back isn't blocked or touching anything. In a more ideal world, perhaps, he could lie facedown on the bed instead, but Baizhu won't even suggest such activity until he's much more sure that Aether won't faint outright from pain. With an agility that says nothing so much as that today isn't quite so painful for him, he toes his own chair closer, pulling Aether to lean forward even as he himself takes a seat.]
Keep your head down until it passes. [This close, he'll be able to prevent the traveler from spilling onto the floor should he lose consciousness after all, but it would be better to avoid that entirely.] Try to even your breathing, if you can.
[That is all the advice he can give. He keeps his hands lightly cupped at Aether's elbows, his fingertips just barely making contact, silently watching and waiting.
When Aether at last seems cognizant again, Baizhu does not ask him to sit up. Instead, the doctor sinks to one knee, onto the floor, so that he's at the traveler's eye level - and level indeed is his regard. He won't need to raise his voice above a murmur.]
If I am to be of any help to you at all, Aether, [one short, serious nod] then you will need to be honest with me about your condition. Your limits. I trust we understand one another?
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He didn't expect Aether to stand, but it's better that he did, it makes it far easier to step back toward him and brace him upright, Baizhu's hands under the traveler's elbows. Balance is quickly restored, and would have been without his help - but he doesn't let go.]
That's enough.
[Not quite a scolding, but as firm as he dares make it. If even that small amount of movement is enough to leave Aether gasping and swaying...
With gentle pressure, he guides the traveler to sit back down on the chair he just vacated - turned aside, so his back isn't blocked or touching anything. In a more ideal world, perhaps, he could lie facedown on the bed instead, but Baizhu won't even suggest such activity until he's much more sure that Aether won't faint outright from pain. With an agility that says nothing so much as that today isn't quite so painful for him, he toes his own chair closer, pulling Aether to lean forward even as he himself takes a seat.]
Keep your head down until it passes. [This close, he'll be able to prevent the traveler from spilling onto the floor should he lose consciousness after all, but it would be better to avoid that entirely.] Try to even your breathing, if you can.
[That is all the advice he can give. He keeps his hands lightly cupped at Aether's elbows, his fingertips just barely making contact, silently watching and waiting.
When Aether at last seems cognizant again, Baizhu does not ask him to sit up. Instead, the doctor sinks to one knee, onto the floor, so that he's at the traveler's eye level - and level indeed is his regard. He won't need to raise his voice above a murmur.]
If I am to be of any help to you at all, Aether, [one short, serious nod] then you will need to be honest with me about your condition. Your limits. I trust we understand one another?