action;

[once done, she settles the mug on the coffee table then swiftly nurse her digit before it develops some real damage. jinx could always make another implant if it's too far gone, the desire to build anything, let alone a prosthetic, is entirely out the window.

the bluenette finishes her caring for her finger in time for silco to collect her back into his arms, which is appreciative. the thought of having to walk a single step further is pure torture, and her claves are particularly on fire even with her staying complete stationary. but a small smile manages to manifest across her face over hearing about ragna's whining. he helped her along the way (ekko too), and it's still stunning to see how much their relationship bloomed; from her being an annoyance to him to now family. life is funny that way.]

I don't know if I can sleep tonight...