[ He's looking between Fabian and his hands at the offer, but he doesn't want to actually see what being helped up looks like when he's pretty sure he can do it by himself. He starts shuffling his legs under him, letting his arms hover as balance, as: ]
It's okay, I can-- I got it.
[ Thankfully, it's just his hands that are the real problem, and Gorgug manages to pick himself onto his feet with nothing more than a wobble. It's not graceful (grace isn't a part of Gorgug's anything), but it does the job.
But now that he's on his feet, looking at Fabian once more, his eyes drifting downward towards his collar--he turns his gaze away as he asks: ]
Is your-- are you okay? [ He glances back at him, but only glances. Look at his hands, they're so...hands.... ] Your...the bitemark.
[ The bitemark, the bite indentation. The puncture wound.
Nothing else. It was just a bite and nothing else. ]
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It's okay, I can-- I got it.
[ Thankfully, it's just his hands that are the real problem, and Gorgug manages to pick himself onto his feet with nothing more than a wobble. It's not graceful (grace isn't a part of Gorgug's anything), but it does the job.
But now that he's on his feet, looking at Fabian once more, his eyes drifting downward towards his collar--he turns his gaze away as he asks: ]
Is your-- are you okay? [ He glances back at him, but only glances. Look at his hands, they're so...hands.... ] Your...the bitemark.
[ The bitemark, the bite indentation. The puncture wound.
Nothing else. It was just a bite and nothing else. ]