I have prepared for that. {He reassures, rolling up his sleeves and taking off the lid of the jar. He allows Mingjue some privacy while he undresses, but he looks at him directly when he is sitting, nude, on the bed. He carries the jar to the bedside table and kneels before the Man, expression calm and serene. Mingjue will see no disgust, though Thranduil's heart aches for him. What has he endured? The sword? Such an object is surely as volatile and cruel as the Silmarils!}
Relax if you can and tell me if you are in pain.
{Since the opposite of pain is the goal today. Scooping up some of the salve on his fingers, he tips Mingjue's head back with gentle hands. His hands have held just-hatched baby birds and other infants that need interference in order to survive. He rubs the salve into that awful neck scar, following the lines of it and murmuring ancient words in Sindarin under his breath.}
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Relax if you can and tell me if you are in pain.
{Since the opposite of pain is the goal today. Scooping up some of the salve on his fingers, he tips Mingjue's head back with gentle hands. His hands have held just-hatched baby birds and other infants that need interference in order to survive. He rubs the salve into that awful neck scar, following the lines of it and murmuring ancient words in Sindarin under his breath.}
Boe de nestad...