[It's both kind of Vincent and startling when he says Irahl's name, warning him of the approach. Irahl doesn't glance up, not moving an inch from his carefully-maintained state of face down on one hand, but his attention is at least brought over to the sound of Vincent heading his way. He can only spare part of his focus to wonder what he's planning, so he's surprised again when a blanket settles gently around his shoulders.
Irahl doesn't react well (or at all) to most offers of help. This one, however, at least gets one tense sigh in amongst all of the other strictly-ordered breathing. He is desperately relieved to have one thin piece of armor added onto his sorry state.
Despite his embarrassment for being caught like this (again?), he'd like to thank him. Can't quite manage it yet.]
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Irahl doesn't react well (or at all) to most offers of help. This one, however, at least gets one tense sigh in amongst all of the other strictly-ordered breathing. He is desperately relieved to have one thin piece of armor added onto his sorry state.
Despite his embarrassment for being caught like this (again?), he'd like to thank him. Can't quite manage it yet.]