Miguel is still suited up in his weird nanotech, except for an exposed forearm with a puncture wound that was slowly oozing blood. The border between skin and suit ended somewhere at the elbow, with the glowing blue tesselation of nanite fabric.
The talons on his exposed hand were out, the long and curved points sitting at the end of his finger pads. He had used them to cut some gauze, but his hand seems to stiffen for a moment once he realizes Rowan was looking. He doesn't know that the company present was a werewolf, and preferred to conceal the more obvious parts of his mutation. So the polished claws fold like little pocket knives into his skin.
"Knock yourself out."
He moves his open box to sit between them, and picks out a daub of cotton he'd prepared to wipe his wound with. Beyond a bit of disinfecting materials and a little wound dressing, he hadn't used too much of it. There was plenty to share.
B light cw for injury description
The talons on his exposed hand were out, the long and curved points sitting at the end of his finger pads. He had used them to cut some gauze, but his hand seems to stiffen for a moment once he realizes Rowan was looking. He doesn't know that the company present was a werewolf, and preferred to conceal the more obvious parts of his mutation. So the polished claws fold like little pocket knives into his skin.
"Knock yourself out."
He moves his open box to sit between them, and picks out a daub of cotton he'd prepared to wipe his wound with. Beyond a bit of disinfecting materials and a little wound dressing, he hadn't used too much of it. There was plenty to share.