[Fenris's entire body stiffens like it's forcefully holding his rebuttal back. He thinks he understands. He still doesn't agree with just how much Rafe beats himself up to the point where Fenris is frustrated but he understands. It's still an odd feeling that Rafe apparently values Fenris's time so much so that he thinks he's wasting it when he helps him — which he yet again does not agree is an issue — but perhaps he's still looking at this all wrong. So he just...exhales, and relaxes his shoulders. As relaxed as they normally are, anyway.]
And you will. [Get better, he means. He has no doubt about that.] I...
["I can help you" is what he wants to say, but now he's unsure exactly how much of Fenris's help will irk him and how much will be welcomed. All he can do is offer a solution and see if Rafe takes to it.]
We can spar until our knees buckle and our knuckles bleed. Whatever it takes.
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And you will. [Get better, he means. He has no doubt about that.] I...
["I can help you" is what he wants to say, but now he's unsure exactly how much of Fenris's help will irk him and how much will be welcomed. All he can do is offer a solution and see if Rafe takes to it.]
We can spar until our knees buckle and our knuckles bleed. Whatever it takes.